Ben's forehead wrinkled with annoyance.
He couldn't accept the fact that he would be sold like a slave.
"How can they do this?" "And the police?" he asked even though he already suspected the answer.
"They can do whatever they want." The old man smiled at him. "After all, among them are very high-ranking figures from the police and politics."
"And the other people?" "Doesn't anyone say anything?" he asked, still not feeling lost.
"Thousands of people disappear every year, I'm sure you've seen some missing person posters." The old man looked at them and then shook his head. "You didn't ask questions like the vast majority of people." And the people who do, give up after a while.
"But you know..." The old man continued. "Sometimes there are people who become obsessed with this." Sometimes the lost person was very important to them, those people don't give up."
Ben smiled to himself with sadness as he realized that in neither of his two lives did he have someone who loved him so much.
Although he considers himself a strong person and loves solitude. At certain moments in his life, he has felt very lonely and incomplete.
The old man saw how Ben looked downcast and let him be for a moment in silence.
"And then?" Ben lifted his head and asked the old man.
"Then nothing." The old man sat down again. "Those people who ask too many questions, either disappear suddenly, or die in strange accidents."
Ben slid to the floor, drained of energy.
Ben tried to access his evil system but nothing appeared.
The fact that even his evil system failed at this moment only made his fear and panic increase.
But it also made him realize a fact.
If he was deprived of his magic, so was his evil system.
In conclusion, the evil system was by default a kind of magic. A rare and unheard-of one, but it was.
The trucks made several stops where the men boarded more imprisoned people into the trucks and only stopped after 9 hours.
Men entered the trucks and lowered all the cages to then load them onto a cargo ship that departed seconds after loading them all.
The only difference in their journey in the trucks was that now they could see what surrounded them.
Water, lots of water. The ship left land behind a long time ago, and all that could be seen was water in every direction.
Even if he managed to escape from his prison, Ben couldn't flee because he didn't know how to swim and had a very rational fear of being stranded in the middle of an inhospitable ocean with no land in sight.
The mere thought of imagining himself in such a situation sent shivers down his spine.
Ben looked at the men completely armed to the teeth. With bulletproof vests, assault rifles, grenades, and the like.
If a few gangsters with a gun and a knife could neutralize him, I didn't see how he could fight these guys now without his magic.
He looked in all directions, searching for something. An opportunity, a mistake... A miracle.
But nothing appeared, just an island in the distance.
When they were close enough, Ben could clearly identify many yachts and luxury boats docked at the various piers available on the island.
The boat headed towards the island, and upon arrival, they began to disembark them hurriedly. New staff joined the existing ones and they began to transport them in small white vans, this time without the cages, but still leaving them in handcuffs.
Ben looked out from the rear window at what seemed like a luxury resort with amusement parks, swimming pools, water slides, hot springs, large and impressive buildings, and many more things.
Ben's van headed towards an immense and luxurious building that shone like daylight even in the darkness of dawn.
At all times, he was on the lookout for opportunities to escape, but they never appeared.
They took him to a bathroom where they gave him a shower, but even there the guards accompanied him.
Then they took him to what seemed like a clothing warehouse, and an effeminate man was waiting for him.
"Who are you?"
The man ignored Ben's question and continued reading some papers in his hands.
"Oh?" The man looked up to see him for a second and covered his mouth with a smile. He lowered his head again to continue reading. "This is very interesting and I think I can do something good with you."
"Who are you?" he asked again.
"Excuse my rudeness." Giving a strange greeting with a hand on his stomach, he bowed and lifted a leg, presenting his shoulder. "I am Victor and I will be in charge of making you more desirable."
Víctor ran his hands over Ben's chest and slowly lowered his hands until he grabbed his penis.
Ben reacted instinctively, raised his arms in the air, and without measuring his strength for even a second, punched both fists into Víctor's face.
Víctor seemed not to expect that reaction and took the blow full force. His face hit the ground and a pool of blood formed.
"Catch him!!" The guards reacted immediately and one lunged at Ben.
Ben shook him off, throwing him to the ground. With the handcuffs in his hands, he began to strangle him and used him as a shield against the other guards who were already aiming their weapons at him.
"Don't shoot him!" Victor got up from the ground and shouted an order while holding his nose that wouldn't stop bleeding. "It's a very valuable cargo, if you harm it, you'll pay with your lives."
The guards immediately lowered their weapons.
The guard in Ben's hands twisted and tried to remove the chain from his neck, but it was useless.
When his struggles ceased, Ben took the guard's weapon and without even aiming, began to shoot.
Bam Bam Bam Bam Bam Bam Bam Bam Bam Bam Bam Bam Bam Bam
The warehouse turned into chaos, many guards fled trying to shield themselves from the gunfire, but some stayed.
One of them raised a wall that protected him and those accompanying him.
A guard appeared out of nowhere beside him and sent him flying with a kick.
Urrgggg
Rolling on the ground, Ben looked at the guard, he hadn't seen it coming. Before he could analyze it, he felt a presence behind him, and a guard wrapped his arm around his neck and tried to choke him.
Ben writhed as he felt the pain and the lack of air. With his hands, he groped the man's face before, without any mercy, stabbing his fingers into the guard's eyes.
Argggggggg!!
Amidst the screams, the guard let him go, and Ben took the opportunity to slam his head against the wall.
He couldn't celebrate for long because the same guard who had caught him off guard reappeared behind him and kicked him against the wall.
Ufffgggg
Ben's head was spinning, his mouth was full of blood, and his whole body ached, but he still groped around on the ground and found a metal pipe.
Without any specific aim, he swung it, luckily hitting the guard who had kicked him in one of his arms.
Although he kept swinging the pipe, many guards pounced on him and pinned him to the ground.
"Argggg!! Let me go!!" Who do you think you are trying to sell me?! I won't allow it!! I won't allow it in my damn life!! Let me go!! I remember your faces!! You will all pay for this!! "I WILL KILL THEM ALL!!"