𝒊𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 | Ōtsutsuki Indra

Chapter 40 // Constellation

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"Let-Let go of me!" Aya snarls, struggling to break free from a strange man who locked her hands behind her back.
"Tsk!" the criminal felt his fingers slipping with her strong resistance.

"Get a grip, man!!"

Aya softly gasps for hearing a more inside the moving wagon and she takes a good look. Four men. So in total there's six; counting the man in front with the horses and the other having her captive. Around their transportation, there's a tent which covered what's going on so no can be suspicious. Her eyes narrowed perilously, recalling the person who got in between Indra and her and another couple. He must be their colleague and had done it for their mission to succeed.

That reminds me...wasn't there another wagon behind them?

Aya peaks over behind the tall men to get clear view and it's gone! One of them shuts the curtains and they whisper among each other. It all makes sense to her now. The second wagon must've taken a detour but one way or another, they'll reroute to meet up.

Furthermore, she understood that they are disguised as merchants with the few small and large boxes, hearing the chattering of products. There is one where you can fit a whole body in there.

A coffin?

She lowly bellows, jerking her arms when she felt her wrists about to be tied with a rope. "She's a fighter." The man in front approaches and gets her chin, roughly. Aya glowered in bitterness and he chuckled.

"Wow! I think you might be more than just a fighter. You have eyes of a warrior." He traces her lower lip with his thumb, "So beautiful.."

Aya sharply turns the other way and scoffs; he traces his index finger down her jaw. "So feisty too. I wonder if you're single..." he whispers seductively and her body tenses.

The same dirty hand played the hem of her kimono top trying to pry one sleeve off her shoulder. Aya snapped, kneeing him up to his groin and threw her head back to knocking senseless the other from behind. The rope wasn't complete tight enough so her hands tangled free, letting the thick bristle string fall.

"Oi!"

"Damn, you woman!" The man on floor had his hands between his legs, groaning in pain. Aya used her foot to roll him to his comrades, managing to clutter the space around with few wooden boxes falling down. She picks up the dagger and steadily looks over her shoulder at the comatose man while the four are distracted. Aya held the weapon in front of her to defend herself.

"Who are you?!"

Their eyes went large but they laughed, starting to wave their hands hysterically. "Don't try to sound so bold, sweet heart. You-"

They're voices choked in fear when they realized she held hostility across her face and it's what they didn't expect from her. Aya stood on her ground fiercely of a dauntless warrior being unleashed.

"Im going to ask you again: who are you and what do you want." She commanded with prestige. They were paralyzed of her blazing gaze but were brought back to reality when the man - who tried to take her clothes off - gets up with one knee.

"You wouldn't be capable to commit murder besides there is four of us and only one of you. No one will come to your rescue ."

"You must be underestimating my character." Aya hissed venomously.

He mildly blinked of astonishment. Her following actions lead to the unconscious man by grabbing his hair and having the blade near his throat, "I came across with men like you so I suppose your misjudgment leads you here." She raises her brow, beckoning them to continue.