XIV- OF BLOOD AND TORTURE

Damien woke up nauseated by the smell of rotten meat and and the sound of silence around the dark room, metal clacking against each other. somebody removed his sweat shirt and disposed it somewhere. His bare skin open to mosquitoes.

An elderly voice came in.

"I hope we're clear of what's our place in this room, Mr. Damien Robberts. I personally hired someone to terminate your existence but that someone has unluckily fall to a relationship with you, if I remember it right."

Damien did not say a word.

"Wherever he may be right this moment is neither of our knowledge, I believe and better if thats the case. You see, my son can be a little bit of a nuisance to this entire corporation and his action has greatly affected us."

"I do not know who you are talking about."

"Ahh, I assume you've forgotten Regie. Such a tiny boy. Mentally unstable when I picked him up the rabble's around the corner of a street. He has become my son since then and I've provided him with all the luxury that I can. But I think I cannot give the pleasure you give to him on bed. unluckily, you stepped on my way, you stinky rat!"

The man slapped Damien's face.

"If you answer me right, I could give you a painless death. But if you resist, I will tear every inch of your skin and every piece of muscle you have until you decide not to breath."

"Who are you taking orders from?"

Damien did not reply.

Regie's father, Martin, picked a plier and started to remove Damien's thumbnails. Then his toe's nails. Blood oozed down to floor. someone brought a bunch cutter and Martin cut Damien's Left pinky finger. He shouts in pain. then someone, one of Martin's men came in and whispered something into the old man's ear.

Martin has been called by one of his clients. it's James.

"You have him?"

"I certainly do, have him."

"Good, then great rid of him as soon as possible."

"Hold it right there."

another old man came from behind Martin. As he can access the assembly table, it means he is a VIP.

"Father." James said, standing up.

"Give me the boy, Martin. It is my money he messed with, I shall deal with him as I see fit."

James's hand had turned into a fist, tightening as the man speaks.

"That man exposed our business to our rival corporation. I believe you can do the FITTING punishment as we see FIT."

James emphasizing the words clearly.

"Never misunderstand me, son. I only seek the best for the company."

Damien was drugged before he was sent to the Maister, as they call him. Damien is still chained and half awake, half unconscious.

At the Maister's home, Damien was brought underground. His body was covered in dried blood.

"This is the result of you disregarding my warning, Damien. You can never be less careful in handling missions that I gave to you."

"I never need your help in the first place."

"My son can influence Martin to exterminate you from the very beginning. if you hadn't called me, I wouldn't even know what's going on with you and James can do terrible things as he sees fit."

"You have terrible genes in your blood."

"But I never abandon a child."