Chapter: 5 The isolated prison

As the van sped through the city, Alex's mind began to wander. He couldn't shake off the feeling that there was more to his kidnapping than met the eye. He started thinking about the woman who had orchestrated his abduction, trying to recall any details that might give him a clue about her identity.

Suddenly, a memory flashed before his eyes. It was a scene from two years ago, when he had gone to collect a loan from a businessman named Harvey. Harvey had borrowed 15 million dollars from Alex to fund his real estate business, but when Alex went to his house to recover the debt, he was met with a gruesome sight.

There was blood everywhere, splattered on the walls, the furniture, and the floor. Alex's stomach had churned as he stepped inside, his eyes scanning the room for any sign of life. But there was no one alive, only the eerie silence of a house that had witnessed a horrific crime.

Alex had left the house immediately, not wanting to get entangled in the investigation. He had written off the debt as a loss, chalking it up to a bad business decision.

But now, as he sat in the van, he realized that the woman who had kidnapped him might be connected to Harvey. Was it possible that she was Harvey's daughter, seeking revenge for her father's death?

Alex's mind was racing with questions, but he knew he had to be careful. He couldn't let his captors know that he had made the connection. For now, he would have to keep his thoughts to himself, biding his time until he could find a way to escape.

The van continued on its journey, leaving the city behind and venturing into the dense jungle. The road became increasingly rough, and the van bounced and swayed as it navigated the uneven terrain.

After what felt like an eternity, the van finally came to a stop. Alex looked out the window and saw an old, dilapidated house in front of him. The house seemed abandoned, with vines and creepers crawling up its walls and a roof that looked like it was on the verge of collapse.

Alex was dragged out of the van and into the house. He was thrown into a small, dingy room with stone walls and a cold, damp floor. The door slammed shut behind him, and Alex heard the sound of chains being locked into place.

He was trapped.

One of the gang members entered the room, tossing a stale bread onto the floor. Alex's stomach growled with hunger, and he devoured the bread in a single bite.

As he ate, Alex took stock of his surroundings. The room was small, with no windows and only one door. The walls were made of thick stone, and the floor was covered in a thin layer of dust. There was no furniture, only a small, rusty bucket in the corner.

Alex knew he had to think clearly and come up with a plan if he was going to escape. But for now, he was trapped, at the mercy of his captors.

The middle-aged man, dressed in a crisp black suit, leaned forward in his chair, his eyes fixed intently on Elisa. "You've finally captured Dr. Roman," he said, his voice low and menacing. "Now, we need to find out what the Apex gang is up to. There's something big going on, and we need to know what it is."

Elisa nodded, her eyes flashing with determination. "I'll get it out of him, sir. Don't worry."

The man nodded, his gaze flicking to Dr. Roman, who was bound to a chair in the center of the room. His mouth was set in a firm line, his eyes closed as if in defiance.

Elisa smiled, a cold, calculating smile. "Let's get started, then," she said, her voice dripping with malice.

Dr. Roman's eyes snapped open as Elisa approached him, a cruel glint in her eye. He knew what was coming, and he steeled himself for the pain.

The hours that followed were a blur of agony and torture. Dr. Roman's nails were ripped out, his tongue was cut, and his body was subjected to unspeakable cruelty. But through it all, he remained silent, refusing to give up the secrets that the Apex gang had entrusted to him.

Elisa's face twisted in frustration as she realized that Dr. Roman was not going to crack easily. She had underestimated him, and now she was paying the price.

The middle-aged man watched the scene unfold, his expression unreadable. He knew that Dr. Roman was a tough nut to crack, but he also knew that Elisa was the best in the business. If anyone could break Dr. Roman, it was her.

But as the hours ticked by, it became clear that Dr. Roman was not going to give up his secrets easily. Elisa's frustration grew, and the middle-aged man's expression turned from calm to concerned.

What were they going to do now?