(The contents of this Chapter can be disturbing for sensitive readers. It contains gore, torture and blood scenes. Discretion is required while reading it. Please! Skip the Chapter if you are uncomfortable with these thes.)
(Karsten)
It took him four nails and an incessant amount of screaming to give us the password.
I remained relaxed in my seat and punched in the password he had given.
His phone unlocked and I began to scroll through his ssages and call logs.
There were several calls from unknown numbers, I cross-referenced them with his ssages and saw he had received ssages from two of those numbers.
Reading them, I found that soone had shared Arata’s pictures taken just outside her apartnt building and even in the parking lot of our office.
The complete information of where she was going to be on Monday night had been shared with him about four days ago.
She was on vacation four days ago and wasn’t even aware I was going to take her to the event. But a whole lot of people in the office knew. Azbial and his whole security team knew because I had inford them beforehand about my plus-one.
Anyone could have leaked the information to him. But this much was evident that I had a mole nearby and once I was going to find him or her, there was no saving them.
"Who sent you these ssages about her?" I asked, keeping my voice controlled but deadly.
His screaming had sowhat ceased as a pool of blood had gathered under his tied hands.
"...I don’t...know, they only corresponded with through text...threatening my family...I was forced to do this," he answered, shaking from the pain. His snout and tears had mixed together and yet I felt no pity for him.
He hurt her; he shouldn’t have hurt her.
"You could have gone to the police. Instead, you went along and tried to kidnap my girlfriend. I should bury you alive and let the worms feast on your body," I couldn’t keep the vitriol and threats leaking into my voice.
"Please! Believe , I had no choice..." He begged.
"You did, you just made the wrong one and crossed the wrong people. Where were you going to et him?" I asked, turning my sight towards his phone again.
"That information was never revealed; they said to only contact them if I successfully retrieve the girl from the place and confirm it with a picture of her tied up."
The enemy was smart and knew what they were doing. There might have been more than one person.
Taking out my cell phone, I opened the pictures I had taken from Arata’s cell phone and checked the numbers against the one Arata had received a threat from.
None of them matched since all of them were burners, and I assud a different number was used every ti so they wouldn’t be tracked.
Frustrated, I wanted to pull my hair but control was needed at that mont.
Lifting my face, I glanced in the man’s direction.
"Did you ever speak to them on the phone?"
He nodded.
"Yes, but I think a voice changer was being used. That was not a natural voice."
Of course. This man had nothing further to offer and his existence was surging my temper. Before I could decide his fate, my phone rang. Swiping on the receiving button, I attended the call from Caysir.
"Sir, Miss Arata has been discharged. Should I take her ho?"
"Yes, I will be right there after I am done here."
A tiny amount of relief settled in my heart, knowing she would be ho once I was going to return.
Ending the call I faced the man who was watching with guilt and hope.
"Whom did they threaten in your family?" I asked, watching him with disgust.
I got up and tossed his phone towards Olphi while pocketing mine.
"My sister and niece. They are all I have. They told that I would find their pieces in bags if I didn’t do as was asked of ."
I took a nacing step towards him and stood with my arms crossed, watching him as if he were a spider I was about to trample under my boot.
"Right, give their details to Olphi and I will ensure they are never hard and always taken care of." His face flashed confusion while I continued. "You, on the other hand, are never seeing the light of the day again."
The terror played on his face like fractured light as he began his ramblings which I tuned him out. I never listened to people whose life didn’t an anything to .
Right now, this man’s life was nothing to . He was inconspicuous, an enemy who had hurt soone I had begun to care too deeply about.
Turning to Olphi, I asked for his dagger. He quietly handed it to without any questions.
"Get all the required information from him and send him to Sparia. I never want to see his face again." Olphi gave an understanding nod and only watched the man with contempt.
The man squird, he yelled and begged. The chair rattled as he tried to set himself free of the shackles but he had absolutely nowhere to go.
Clasping the dagger from the cold hilt, I brought it down on his bound right hand in quick succession and then repeated the process twice.
The blood, thick and in the shade of rubies sputtered out along with his feral screams. But I didn’t care in the least, these hands would never hurt her again.
Taking my ti, I ensured that by the ti I was done, he wouldn’t have functional hands, only a bloody ss.
The tiny drops of red gore covered my face, but I had no regrets; all my emotions had been turned off, and I was as cold as everyone believed to be.
This man had brought out the worst part of . I could only assu what I was going to do to the man who was behind all this ss.
Once I was done, I dropped the dagger on the floor and stepped back.
"Clean up the ss, Olphi. I am going ho." I stepped away and Olphi quietly handed a napkin.
Without looking back, I walked off wiping my face and hands with the white napkin, snatching its innocence and dyeing it red.
Ho, I needed to go ho and see her. Maybe so of this coldness would be thawed by her warm presence because my mind was in a really dark place.
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