The Devil's Circle of Deception
No seconds without torture

You may say this is a fate, but if it ends up being a destiny of marriage on the collision of covenants with other beings. Where is that called a wound? His entire body was drenched in blood laced with darkness submerging himself in the black mud.

The woman was now alone in the corner of the room bending her knees. He had no one left to lean on. Transo did not return home, now Lisa's stomach began to feel very sick.

“Argghh!” pain screams.

He felt the nightstand looking for a cell phone. Many times he had tried to contact Transo, but there was no answer. So did the numbers of Yuno and Fredi, after the trip home from Lisa's house. They didn't give any news.

“Please!” lisa's screams are getting more painful.

He recalled the words of Wijaya, a man in the past who had always helped him. The last way is to ask for help from the man he has hurt. Lisa looks for a paper slip containing the young doctor's number. The shaking hand pressed the phone button until it slipped out of hand. The call connection to Wijaya successfully connected, Lisa grimaced in pain asking for help.

“Mas Wijaya, please!” lisa's screams take a hunting breath.

“Lisa I'll be there soon. Hang on!” the answer.

The wind blew, singing the sound of kuntilanak was heard again welcoming the fluttering of the shroud and kuntilanak flying on the roof of the house. Inside the giant tree appeared a jinn figure resembling an old woman wearing black clothes. He grinned at walking in a bun to Lisa's house while Transo was still busy with the rituals he had performed during his youth. The figure of the old woman managed to penetrate the walls of Lisa's house, she grinned rubbing her stomach while helping Lisa get on the bed.

“Tanilah, I will help you escape from this pain” he said in a trembling tone.

“Whose granny?” ask Lisa.

“I am your helper. Hihihih” his laughter turned into a sinister figure.

Dubrak (Voice of door dings).

The old woman mercilessly beat herself up with just one hand. Wijaya's face was battered, his forehead was injured and the skin of his right hand was forcibly peeled off by the old woman.

“Arghh” erang Wijaya withstanding soreness.

He turned to attack the old woman, Wijaya pulled Lisa's prayer beads and threw her into his body to be charred instantly.

“Ahh!” the mysterious figure also burned disappeared with Lisa's prayer beads.

Crying Lisa so badly, she squeezed the bed sheet Resisting the pain. “Mas, I can't take it anymore!” said Lisa.

Wijaya lifts Lisa into the car, but suddenly the car engine stops.

“Lisa, I will help you with your labor, I will go in search of water and scissors” said Wijaya folded the car seat and ran into the house.

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Transo worshiped near a giant tree, he was busy muttering incense and incense. Today he is performing an heirloom keris washing ritual that he received from a man decades ago. Objects that are said to be sacred can make pellet science and immunity on him.

”I want Lisa to stay by my side, she has to give me offspring. My science will go down to one of my children later” muttered Transo.

Spells, whispers of other beings and offerings. The man who does not remember the sin held a long ritual between the birth of his son. White smoke rolled up his body, the figure of the genie standing before him then disappeared flying towards the belly of Lisa.

“Arhh!” the last gust of the transo mantra ritual.