Super Trick or Treat System

They threw a rope on my shoulder from behind, and when she tightened the bandage, I felt a clumsy human foot on my back. I turned and walked forward to loosen the noose, free myself, and then two more nooses passed over my head in rapid succession. The other grabbed my right foot, and the other grabbed my right hand! More women came, and more ropes. In just a few seconds, they almost dragged me, dragging them to two ropes, and then everyone felt nervous, as if the game was in a tug of war.

There is nothing else to do, and there are many incentives, so I did it. I yelled. My voice roared in those echoing halls, so much so that if Kim was anywhere, he would have to hear my voice. But this is not good for me. They only tucked the stopper, which made me feel uncomfortable. They put a large piece of rubber in my mouth and then wrapped it tightly with a towel so that I could barely breathe.

He was amused, standing at the top of the steps, the inner hall was a few feet higher than the outside, and ordered me to blindfold and make me awkward.

She explained sarcastically: "Because if he could see and growl, then he would know too much now."

So they wrapped another towel around my eyes and fixed it to my scalp with a cursed exit safety pin, piercing it cleanly. The harder I tried, the tighter I grasped the rope, and Yasmin laughed loudly until I might have been on the shelf that Jin and I saw in the cave under the temple.

"Too powerful Ganesha!" she sneered. "So strong, but helpless! These muscles! Look at them! Can the buffalo hear, or does his ears stop?"

A woman rearranged her turban to make sure that nothing was missing from my ears. Laugh out loud afterwards.

"Oh, Ganesha Buffalo, if I thought that would not provoke Atlanta, I would whipped you to death! Did you misunderstand me? I was a queen twice! It was a violent jump outside my window; even Buffalo, You swim, Ganesha, buffalo, buffalo! Except the buffalo, who can take my Athelstein away and go back alone! What did you do to him? Ha! You want to answer that you didn’t do to him Anything-Buffalo, Buffalo, he will never leave you, and he will never leave you-you two companions, share a stupid little bag between you!

"Does he love you? Hope, Ganesha! Hope he loves you! Because unless he comes to find you, Ganesha, all the horrors, all the deaths and all the tortures you saw last night are all with the crocodile Together. Finally, we must eliminate your last trace! Do you like snakes, Ganesha? Do you like a lunatic asylum in the dark? I think not. Therefore, Ganesha, you should meditate for a while and think sharply! Find a way to find Arthur Stein, I let you be free for him. But-unexpectedly-a successful plan-Ganesha-you will suffer on every atom of the big body! Buzz! Take him go!"

I jumped the frog forward and threw it face down on the mat. Then I heard the sound of the door closing, and I had time to free myself from the shackles of ropes, gags and towels. It took some time, because the guys pulled the ropes until they bit into the muscles, maybe I just relaxed in twenty minutes. Then, sitting for another ten minutes, I sat down, cut the rope, crave food, checked the room, and hoped that everything would let my conscience let me sleep on a feather-like, scented pillow on the floor instead of staying on it. Realize the opportunity to discover where the king might be.

This is actually a bare room, and the lacquered wood wall on the wall sounds solid when I make the circuit of the floor and tap each panel in turn. But this is not proven, because even the sound of the door is just as strong. The people who built the palace used solid wood, not veneers. Later I discovered that the door was nearly a foot thick. On the floor, no matter how I hit or hit, I won’t leave any impression. There is no other furniture except pillows, and I can’t use anything as a weapon.

However, there are some cotton ropes that bind them to me, and before doing other things, I tie them all together. In addition to general principles, in most emergency situations, one long rope is usually better than six short ropes. I have no particular reason to do so.

There is only one window, maybe two feet high and large enough to pass through, but it is actually inaccessible and forbidden. The only weapon I have is the hell-like brass safety pin, which fixes the towel to the scalp. I stick it to my clothes like I like to hide things in general.

I began to wonder if lying down to sleep was the wisest choice. But I was too hungry to fall asleep. It was the knowledge of this fact that gave me the right idea.

Without a doubt, Yasmini realized that I was hungry. She threatened me with torture, and she might inflict torture if she thought it necessary; but nothing seemed more likely than she could keep me in the moment without food and water. To say the least this would be a bad strategy. She admitted that she did not want to offend the king.

The more I think about it, the more I will bet on it. Since I had no other bet on power and personal convenience, I made up my mind on both, as long as I can bear human endurance, I am determined to stay awake.

There is only one way to bring food into the room, and that is through the huge teak door. It is in the middle of the wall, opening inward. There are no bolts inside. Anyone who opens it carefully can immediately see half of the wall, or even two-thirds of its length.

Leaning on the door and hitting the first head shown is almost impractical, because if then the door suddenly opens, it will hit me and sound an alarm. It had nothing else but to stand against the wall of the door where the hinge was. Because this would make the range too long to take action quickly, I had to invent some other methods to deal with the owner of the first head instead of jumping in and punching.

Apart from cotton rope and safety pins, there is nothing to build a trap, but like Muhammad’s God, safety pins “make everything possible”. I fixed the safety pin to the woodwork, and then hung the noose in such a position that the smallest shaking would cause it to fall onto the invading head-practice the stunt for ten to fifteen minutes, then line up in the knot and wait.

I have read it and continue to feel incredible. I still juxtapose fishing and golfing with childhood hooligans, and try to avoid the three because I avoid the fairs and "cuties" for both men and women. The rest of the performance is too like worm fishing to adapt to my personality. Although I caught more fish than the fishing rod in the end, the next half an hour was boring and simple, everywhere. The intense desire for sleep leads to torture.

But patience sometimes pays off. I almost fell asleep, and when the sound of pulling the bolt on the far side of the door made people feel alert, the tingling sensation meant that blood spurted through your veins after a burst of sleepiness. The bolt pulls for a long time, it seems that someone is afraid of making too much noise, and I have enough time to make sure the trap is working properly.

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