Tension in the Mansion

As the henchmen approached, Luna acted with courage, without hesitation. She knew what was at stake now. It wasn't just Donan in danger; it was the lives of everyone around them.

"These guys are just pawns in a bigger game," she thought, and with impressive speed, she used her martial arts skills to disarm and neutralize the attackers. She had no time to waste.

The battle wasn't just physical; it was mental and emotional as well. She knew that if she failed, Malik's plan could destroy everything Donan cherished the most: the safety of his family and, perhaps, his life.

Malik, now cornered and defeated by Luna's skill and bravery, knew his plan had failed. The situation was out of his control, but Luna, with her determined gaze, left no room for mistakes. She had become the true heroine of the moment.

The tension in the mansion grew with every second, the atmosphere heavy and stifling, as if the air were charged with electricity about to explode. Moldor, the "tiger out of the cage," dominated the room with the presence of a predator.

He was massive, his muscles prominent, his posture calm, but his energy absolutely wild. As he approached Luna, the girl felt her entire body freeze. He grabbed her by the neck with brutal force, pushing her forward while threatening everyone's lives.

"Do you think a plan I've been crafting for so long is just going to be undone like that? Negative," Moldor said, his deep, thunderous voice echoing. He glanced at Donan's parents, observing the horror on their faces, and laughed mockingly.

The henchmen, previously disguised as police officers, now revealed themselves, their faces cold and calculating. Moldor's real plan was finally unfolding.

Donan, paralyzed, looked at Luna, his eyes full of fear. She was in danger, and suddenly, the sense of insecurity he had tried so hard to push away came rushing back.

The boy stammered again, the fear of losing Luna—the only link to his courage—overwhelming him. He tried, but nothing seemed to come out. The trauma he thought he had overcome resurfaced, stronger than ever.

Luna, in silence, observed her surroundings. Moldor, the henchmen, and the complete lack of escape. The tension of being at the mercy of a man like that was suffocating. But the real pain was seeing Donan so lost, so vulnerable, back to the state she feared. The boy seemed like a shadow of what he once was.

She, the heroine, was now imprisoned, and he, the boy with whom she shared a strong connection, seemed to have lost all his strength.

At that moment, everything seemed to be against them. Luna was pushed into a room, locked at Moldor's mercy. He approached her, a cruel smile on his face.

She knew he wouldn't hesitate to hurt her, but she wouldn't let him see how much the fear affected her. Deep down, there was still the determination that she would come out of there alive.

Meanwhile, Donan was alone in his room. Fear consumed his body, but his mind, though dazed, began to work. He knew Moldor's plan was being put into action, that his and Luna's lives were at stake.

But, even with a trembling voice, he began to think. The boy tried to recall every detail of the mansion, every corner of the property. That's when he remembered the underground hatches, those secret passages hidden in the walls, which he had found while exploring the place.

With a surge of courage, Donan got up, his steps unsteady but his focus renewed. He knew he couldn't act impulsively; he had to be smart, cautious. He began to approach the wall where the hatches were, his fingers trembling but his mind clear.

There was a chance—a chance to save Luna. He needed to access those passages, though he still didn't know how.

In Donan's mind, the plan began to take shape, although he felt a wave of helplessness. He no longer had the confidence he once possessed, but the memory of Luna fighting alone pushed him forward.

His insecurity was still there, but he was determined to do something. Even if it was just a small step, he would take it. Would it be enough?

On the other side of the mansion, Luna was lost in thought, unsure how this situation would end.

Moldor was a formidable adversary. She knew he wouldn't kill her, but she couldn't take the risk. For some reason, he seemed to have a morbid interest in her. Perhaps he knew she could be an obstacle.

Now, the only hope was Donan. Her confidence in him, though shaken, still existed. And maybe—just maybe—he could find a way to rescue her.

Donan, now with a small advantage after finding a hatch, prepared to act. His mind, despite the panic, began to sharpen, and he knew the only way out was through a meticulous plan, using his best skill: quick thinking.

He took a deep breath and prepared for the next step—the mission to save Luna and, perhaps, finally overcome his own fears.

Moldor approached Luna, the anger in his eyes reflected in her impassive face. He smiled, but it was a cold, menacing smile, like an animal ready to pounce on its prey.

Moldor (approaching, hissing):

"Hey, girl, who do you think you are to mess with my plans?"

Luna lifted her head, unafraid, blood dripping from her mouth. Her anger and determination burned brighter than ever.

Luna (with an ironic smile, defiant):

"Who am I? Who do you think you are to ask me that? You, hiding behind dirty schemes."

Moldor, with a sudden movement, bared his teeth, grinning cruelly.

Moldor (in a threatening tone):

"You think you're strong enough to challenge this? I am power. And you... you're just a little girl with nothing."

Luna didn't back down. The rage burned within her, despite the wounds on her body and soul. She stared at the villain with silent intensity, showing no weakness.

Luna (defiant, her voice hoarse):

"I am the strength you will never understand. You hide behind violence and fear. I don't tire of this."

Moldor took another step closer, his eyes locked on hers. He knew Luna didn't have the physical strength to match him, but the firmness in her gaze was impossible to ignore.

Moldor (with disdain, almost laughing):

"Pathetic... Simply pathetic."

Luna, her face marked with blood, took a deep breath and, in a quick movement, spat blood onto Moldor's face.

Luna (angrily, still maintaining her stance):

"Pathetic? Have you looked in the mirror, Moldor? I am more than you will ever be."

The slap was brutal. Moldor, enraged, struck Luna across the face, making her fall to the side. The impact echoed in the room, but Luna, even injured, rose with silent strength.

Moldor looked at his son, Builder, who now approached with a sadistic smile.

Moldor (shouting to Builder):

"Builder! If you want, you can punish her. Do what you have to do."

Builder (laughing with pleasure):

"Step down, Dad. I've always wanted to do this."

Builder tied Luna with ropes, and the sound of the whip being pulled from its sheath echoed through the room. He prepared to strike, but the sudden explosion interrupted the moment.