The man in hoodie sped along the road, at a point, he seemed to notice that he was being followed. He glanced at his front mirror, matching his brakes to slow down.
But the car he suspected didn’t slow down, rather it sped faster, and passed him. He shrugged, convincing himself that he was thinking too much.
Just increased the speed of the car and continued at a high speed, just when he was about to cut into a junction, he was cornered by a black Benz. The
His screeched louder, as the sound of the Collision against the other was loud and impactful, that he lost control over the car.
Before he could regain consciousness, a cold fabric was pressed against his nose, he choked as the heavy scent of nicotine flooded his nostrils. After a series of struggles, he passed out and was carried out from the car.
In a not so dark room, a pungent smell of tobacco filled the air, as smoke oozed, flooding the air. The tension inside the room was so thick and heavy, that one wouldn’t dare to breathe.
A silhouette of a man was seen, sitted on a chair, legs crossed, a cigarette between his fingers, as puffed out large flakes of smoke.
In the same room, a man was tied to a chair, as his face was bent downward, seemingly to still be asleep. On his side sat a man, with an aloof and sharp gaze, his eyes glimmering with disdain, as his gloved hands rested on his laps.
“Wake him up!” The man with cigarette ordered, his voice deep and cold.
The man who sat on a chair, got up, as he reached for a bucket of water and pulled it all over the tied man.
The man choked, coughing incoherently as he opened his eyes to his surroundings, his eyes widening when he recalled the last thing that happened to him.
He bought groceries and was taking them to his boss in city M, but before he could get there, he collided with another car and then he was drugged and now here, he was, all tied up to a chair.
His body still felt a bit weak, because of the drug effects, he slowly raised his head, to meet a cold and dangerous gaze. He swallowed, unable to make out he was, since his face was masked.
“Who are you and why am I here?” He asked, struggling to get free of his hands, but it was tied very tight.
“I would ask you thrice, and failure to give me the answer i want, hehe…you won’t love to live again.”
“What do you want to ask?”
“You know this lady right?” He asked, bringing a photo to his face.
The tied man glanced at the photo, then at the man’s face before he shook his head in denial.
The man chuckled darkly, “Remember, you have two more questions.”
“This woman right here, is young master Morgan’s wife and I’m pretty sure you know her.”
The tied man swallowed, a cold chill running down his spine, as the man said each word carefully. He knew he shouldn’t be scared, but right then, his heart was pounding hard as if it would jump out of his chest.
“Where’s she? I need detailed information.”
“What do you mean? I don’t even know who you’re talking about.” he said, and looked away.
Unknown to him, there was another man seated a bit far from them, his dark gaze etched on him, as he continued to puff out smoke.
“One more question. Where. Is. She.?” The masked man asked, his patient running out as he grabbed a sharp, red glimmering knife.
It was then, that the tied man noticed the weapons on the desk, there was even fire, which turned the knife red. He swallowed and quickly glanced at the masked man.
“Hold on, don’t tell me you’re going to torture me, even when I have no idea of what you’re say…”
His words were cut short, as it was followed by a loud and painful scream, caused by the hot knife landing on his arm.
His skin was slit open, as his whole body ached painfully from the impact of the pain. He looked down, and clenched his teeth, as if trying to stop the pain.
“You’re yet to answer my question.” The masked man reminded him.
“I already said, I know nothing about who you are talking about.” He spat painfully.
He waited for another pain to come, but it didn’t, minutes passed but he didn’t feel any pain. Just as he was about to look up, he felt another heart wrenching pain, this time more painful than the first one.
His flesh was ablaze as it was caught between a claw, with sharp edges, which was very hot.
He groaned painfully, clenching his teeth as he muffled back the scream that wanted to escape his mouth.
“You’d rather die than expose your boss? Loyalty at its peak.” The masked man grinned.
“It’s a pity that your boss doesn’t value your life, to leave all trails on you, after commiting a crime. Poor family, your family would rather die than you, exposing your boss? Good then.” He chuckled, trying to take out his phone from his pocket, but was stopped.
“Don’t involve my family in this, I told you I have no clue of what or who you’re talking about. I…”
His words were cut short as his thumb was clipped with a thumbscrew, he couldn’t hold in the pain and cried loudly. His voice filled with predominant pain.
He tried to make himself feel comfortable, but the restraint chair made it impossible for him. He had to bring his head down.
“You’re ready to say what I want to hear?”
He remained silent, his breath heavy and rapid. He glanced at his right thumb, which was oozing with an amount full of thick blood, glimmering under the dim light.
He wasn’t given a chance to say a word as another bucket of water was poured on him, wetting his entire body. The masked man proceeded to rip his shirt wide open.
He grabbed a spike baton, swirling it in his hands for a while, before it landed on his body. He convulsed, rolling his eyes as his body ached.
After a few minutes, the masked man let him go and he fell against the restraint chair, his wet hair draping over his face.
“You still don’t want to speak?”
“Hold on…” he panted heavily, as his voice was barely a whisper.
The masked man pretended not to hear him, he was about to use the spike baton, when the man said something.
“I can’t hear you.”
“I said, she’s in City M”
“Where in city M?”
“That’s all i Know, I don’t know the particular place she is being held.” He panted, shaking his head.
“You seem to enjoy pain, guess what? I love inflicting them.” He chuckled.
“I’m telling the truth, I just know that she’s in City M. My boss predicted that Mr Morgan might find out, so he didn’t tell me the particular place.”
“To think I’d believe this, you’re dumb, so dumb.”
“I swear that’s all I know.”
Meanwhile, the man who was smoking was done smoking, he grabbed the phone on the table, after typing a few things, he slipped it into his pocket and got up.
“Let’s get going.” His deep and commanding voice came out.
It was then that the tied man noticed there was another person in the room, other than the mask man. He tried to look at him, but only saw his back, as he walked out in large and calculated strides.
“Are you going to leave me here? I told the truth to you.” He half yelled, reminding the masked man, as he joined the other man to leave.
He turned to look at him, “We’re not done yet. Make yourself feel at home, I’ll be back.” He smirked, and with that, he left.