Estern picked up the old paper scroll from the ground. Unexpectedly, It was for him, Mark Estern, Who writes letters nowadays? And then he read it.
Sweat beads were dripping from Estern’s nose, as he held the paper in his shivering hands. Without another thought, throwing the cellphone and the scroll, he ran towards the kitchen.
“Julia,” the words escaped Estern’s mouth, but his eyes were opened wide. Julia wasn’t there but a man, sitting on sill with an eaten apple in his hands. “Hey, I’m Fealus! Leader must have told you about me in the letter.”
Estern’s mind went numb, he couldn’t think of anything. How could this all happen? Where was Julia!?
“What did you do to her? Where did you take my wife!?” shouted Estern at the top of his voice.
Fealus picked his ears, and twisted his mouth, “Man! Can’t you speak slow. You might tear my eardrums.”
Estern dashed to him and picked him up with the collars of his shirt. “Where is she!?” he said with the veins bulging on his head. But before he could slam him in the face, Fealus turned into Julia. Watching her alluring face, Estern couldn’t help but forced back his anger running in his blood.
“She is safe as long as you do as what Leader asks you to do. Now put me down, you’re hurting my neck!” he said calmly and turned back to his original body. Estern was going to punch him in the face with his tight fist itching with fury, but he couldn’t as he remembered the words “treat him with respect”
Estern was helpless, he fell on his knees on the ground, thinking about Julia.
“The moment the evil steeps down too low, you have to do so too, in order to destroy it!”