Semua Bab House of Horrors Part 1 : Bab 81 - Bab 90

From behind Daniel's apartment door, Malik leaned low against the peephole, his cold, bitter gaze scanning the dimly lit corridor where the shadows of the policemen lingered in tense anticipation. His fingertips rested quietly on the wooden frame, yet his eyes did nothing; every small movement, every tremor in her grip on her weapons, every faint beam of her flashlights cut through the layers of darkness. After a brief moment, he straightened and stepped back inside with measured, deliberate strides.Dima sat on the sofa facing the two chairs where Daniel and Rovan lay tightly bound with ropes, their mouths sealed with tape. The pistol rested between her fingers, as if it were an extension of her hand, colder than flesh itself. Her eyes flickered with a trembling struggle—fear of being discovered, and an overwhelming urge to repeat what they had done before. Malik himself sat beside her, motionless, like a figure who had mastered silence itself. In a low, commanding tone, his words cu

Outside, the police footsteps faded, echoing down the corridors as they left the tower behind. It was as if they had carried away the last fragile thread of security, leaving only a void heavier than their presence. Two officers remained stationed like silent sentinels: one posted at the door of Ziad's apartment, the other at Abdel Nasser's. They stood like statues carved from stone, their rigidity mirroring the city's harshness and the cold fury of the law.Inside, the atmosphere was stifling. Daniel spoke in a low voice, his eyes darting toward the door. "There's movement outside... footsteps. It looks like the police will be leaving now." Malik quickly stepped toward the peephole. All he saw was darkness—black filling the lens, obstructing his view. Only a portion of the officer's torso and belt caught a faint reflection of the doorway light. He straightened abruptly, tension flashing across his face, and rushed toward Daniel, forcibly untying his ropes when he glanced at Dima. "Th

Daniel and Rovan sat in the car in front of the tower, silent, the street shrouded in the shadows of night. Daniel held his cell phone, pressing it gently to his ear, as police officers paced back and forth in front of the tower.Inside Daniel's apartment, Malik and Dima sat in heavy silence, every corner of the room charged with tension. The air felt thick, pressing against their chests, making even the smallest movements difficult. Suddenly, the landline on the table beeped, a sharp alarm piercing the apartment's stillness.Malik rose slowly, each step deliberate, and approached the phone. He held the receiver to his ear and listened. Daniel's voice came from the other end, low and tinged with obvious anxiety:"The police are on the ground floor... There are many of them, filling the hallway, armed, on high alert."Malik ended the call slowly, placed the receiver back in its cradle, and returned to his chair. His demeanor remained calm on the surface, but beneath it, a burning tensi

Dima gently opened the door to Daniel's apartment as Malik dragged the wounded police officer inside, leaving him in the middle of the living room like a lifeless body.Dima smiled coldly and said,"Let's drag him into this room."Together, Dima and Malik grasped the officer's legs and carefully pulled him toward Rovan's room. They placed him inside and closed the door behind them, letting silence fill the space. They returned to the living room and stood in the center, while Daniel picked up a chair and faced Malik, staring at him nervously.Suddenly, Rovan emerged from the bathroom, water droplets still glistening in her hair, and stood beside her, her face etched with fear.Daniel's voice trembled as he said,"You... killed a police officer..." Malik replied with a cold smile, almost devoid of remorse,"Not just one... you killed both of them."Daniel hesitated, then asked,"What are you going to do now?" Malik replied with deadly confidence, "We've taken care of the officers, and

From inside Nabil's apartment, Dima stood by the window, her light clothing—a short tunic and tank top—her gaze fixed anxiously on the courtyard below the tower. The cool air brushed against her face, as if the tower itself were whispering its secrets from above. Below, Daniel's car pulled up silently in front of the gate. The doors opened, and Daniel and Rovan stepped out with calculated precision, each movement deliberate. In Daniel's hand was a large bag containing masks, radiating an air of mystery, as if it held a secret known only to him.The two strode toward the tower's entrance, their nervousness mingling with confidence, as if they knew exactly what they wanted, without a glance around them.Dima moved from the window into the living room, where her gaze fell upon Malik, standing behind the door. His posture was tense, his features impassive, his eyes fixed outside, observing every movement with deadly precision. She whispered, pointing downwards, "Daniel and Rovan are back.