The culprit

“Who do you work for?”

The question was accompanied by a punch to the man's guts. He let out a groan but that seemed to be all he was going to do. Groan and groan until they got tired of hitting him.

“I asked a question! Who is your boss?”

He barely acknowledged the question, focusing on the wounds on his body. He had been stalking Elizabeth as usual when three cars entrapped him and he ended up here.

The men had been torturing him for three days straight but all attempts to get him to speak were futile.

The highest he did was scream and curse at them.

“Tie him on the electric chair,” came an order. The man wasn't even panicked by it. They weren't going to oil him because they needed answers so nothing they did scared him.

After tying him to the chair. They bathe him with water. His heart heart accelerated a little. He knew what electricity and water could do and frankly, he didn't want to experience it.

“Are you ready to talk?” He was given a last chance.

“Never!”

“Perfect.”

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