***Back at the attic where Hanson and Nicholas were, they were in a great dilemma because they were not sure of what was happening outside. Della had told them that she was going to come for them when she got the better of Grady but so far all they could hear were groans and the voices were no longer as clear as they used to be.“Hey, Hanson, that’s it for me. I can't stay in this hell anymore. Maybe you will like to stay here some more but I think I will leave on my own if you don't think it's the right time.”Nicholas’ posture was tense and rigid, his shoulders taut with impatient energy as he stooped over as if he was going to leave the attic covering.“Nick, No! Wait, just listen please,” Hanson pleaded, his voice shaking with tension. “You can't go out there right now. It's too dangerous for you.”“Staying here is what is dangerous,” Nicholas argued. “I can't keep on having this argument with you anymore.”Hanson’s voice was urgent and persuasive. He didn't want to compromise th
“Well, not dead yet,” Della responded. “He is downstairs with Alan and receiving the torture of his life. A man like Grady doesn't deserve a simple death and I am pleased that he couldn't get to you two.”Nicholas felt like his weight had left his whole body. He didn't know why he had to be the one to survive it but he would surely like to see Grady suffer. He would like to know how Grady suffers just before his death and it would be like a substitute for the kind of death he wished that his abusive father had. “Why don't you guys get yourselves ready while we see how he suffers,” Della suggested. “You both are lucky and you deserve this.”Nicholas and Hanson went downstairs to see the situation with Grady.Their eyes widened with a horrified bulge of terror and disbelief when they saw Grady pinned to a chair and being tortured by Alan.Nicholas couldn't help but have his body contorted with a horrified shake of fear when he saw Brozzo who had been killed earlier by Della.So, it was
“Come on, let’s assume we are all in a class and you are the student who has an explanation to give, eh? Tell us the reason for your actions and let’s decide if you really deserve the punishment you are being given or perhaps we can suspend it if you can prove your innocence.”“We are all your guests. Myself, Della, Nicholas who you wanted to kill, and his brother. We are all listening to what you have to say. We are really interested in what you have to say.”Alan nudged his ears closer again, his smile a caustic curve of taunting. “Nothing? Don't you have anything to tell the class? Do I have to encourage you further?”Grady’s heart was burning with shame and humiliation but he maintained his silent defiance because it would be even more humiliating for him to beg Alan. Everything he did was what he would have done if he were given another chance so there was no need for regrets, he reasoned.He clutched his stomach in pain as he writhed on the ground while Alan seemed to be enjoyin
Alan then removed the napkin in preparation for the second round of torture. “Grady, we are really going to have fun today. I am going to make fun of your body like I am in a PlayStation and I determine how every player reacts. Today, I will determine how much pain you feel and where you are going to feel the pain. No one is coming to save you, Grady. No one!”Alan turned towards Hanson. “Hey, brother. Do you have a heater? I am sure you must have a gas cooker or stove but tinder is much preferable.”Hanson nodded his head in affirmation. Compared to his brother, Nicholas, he was actually excited about what was happening with Grady. He loved a good show of torture and what better way for it to come than when it involved a man who was going to assassinate his brother in cold blood?Hanson went in to get some tinder.“Can, I light it, sir?” He asked.“Of course.”The tinder was lit up and the flames were burning up into the air as the tinder crackled under the influence of the heat.Gra
Della’s grip was like iron as she forced Grady’s head against the hard and unforgiving surface of the chair. Her face was a mask of unforgiving resolve as she spat on Grady’s bare face.Looking into his eyes, she spoke. “You know what? I am so interested in making you miserable. I am going to have so much fun with this.”Alan’s hands were steady and sure as he plunged the knife into the searing flames, his gaze fixed as he prepared the blade for the agonizing torture.Grady’s head struggled against Della’s tight grip as he tried to free himself even though his efforts were very futile. He groaned in pain even before Alan had used the knife on him.Alan made sure that the knife was very hot and when he brought out the knife the iron was already pure red from the impact of the flames.“Haha!” Alan exclaimed. “This is marvelous.”His words were aimed to mock and taunt Grady as his lips twisted into a merciless smile.Alan’s arm was steady and unwavering as he brought the knife close to
“Alan wants some information from him as you can see. He works for someone and we don't know who yet,” Hanson responded.“Does that mean I am still not safe,” Nicholas expressed his fear. “If he works for someone, the person he works for could easily send another assassin to kill me and even any of us here.”Hanson’s mind raced with a flurry of worry. He knew that his brother had raised a valid point but he shrugged it off immediately. He wasn't going to burden himself with all of that now, he reasoned.“Don’t worry, Nicholas,” Hanson responded. “You worry too much. Once we know who the assassin works for we would have solved the problem. Even as it is now that we have him captured, we have already solved most of the problem. You are safe.”“But you don't really know that, do you?”Hanson wasn't ready to entertain any of Nicholas’ worries. “Nick, just drink water or a chilled fruit juice if that is what is going to cure your tension.”Alan dipped the second knife that Hanson brought t
Grady was taken aback by the massive terror. He knew that Alan was going to do everything that he said and his willingness to resist crumbled. His legs trembled with a horrified shake of fear and his limbs were twitching as he saw the horror of his life approaching his eyes.With an instinctual need for survival, he spoke out in surrender. “I will talk, I will talk now.”Alan’s voice dripped with a mocking tone of derision. “Oh, haha, you are ready to talk now, aren't you? I thought your resolve was so strong that you are willing to lose your second eye to protect whoever your boss is.”Grady’s face burned with shame and embarrassment, his face downcast and shoulder slumped as he muttered quietly while Alan nudged his ear once more.“Your gold is with Mayor Carney, he’s the one I work for.”Alan’s mind spunned and adrenaline surged through his veins the moment he heard the information. He struggled to process the information that Grady was forced to reveal but of course, he knew who
Mayor Carney’s secretary, Ms. Elaine cut in amid the almost awkward moment. “Sir, I think we should celebrate this. This calls for celebration. A little office party this evening wouldn't be bad to celebrate,” Elaine spoke while raising a cup of wine in the air in the mood of celebration.Mayor Carney smiled and then adjusted his tie. “Ms. Elaine, I understand that you are hyped up about this but it isn't yet time for us to celebrate in a big way. We have only just begun and this isn't our aim yet. We still have to win the main elections and after that, I promise you that we will celebrate for as long as you possibly suggest.”Mayor Carney and Elaine then shared a smile as their mood was heightened by the prospect of victory.Meanwhile, outside the gate area, there was a situation where two men from Alan Greyson came around visiting to deliver a few messages to Mayor Carney.“And who do you say you are again?” a watchman asked one of the men sent from Alan.The watchman was dressed i