From Pain to Paradise

CHAPTER 31

Faris and Shan arrived at the location, the police trailing behind at a safe distance. Moiz, who had been driving the backup vehicle, pulled up alongside them.

"Let's move," Faris said, stepping out of the car.

Shan followed, his eyes scanning their surroundings. Moiz joined them, his expression grim.

As they approached the building's entrance, Moiz halted Faris and Shan.

"I'll go with you," Moiz said, his voice firm. "The men will wait here for our signal."

Moiz drew his gun, leading the way into the dark, abandoned building.

Faris followed, heart pounding in his chest.

The air inside was stale and musty. Moiz swept his flashlight beam across the dimly lit hallway.

Room by room, they searched for any sign of Hannah.

As they reached the basement door, a sliver of light caught Faris's attention. The door was slightly ajar, and a warm glow spilled out.

Faris exchanged a tense glance with Shan and Moiz.

"This could be it," Faris mouthed.

Moiz nodded, hand on his gun.

Faris pushed the door open, his heart racing.

The room was small, with stone walls and a single, flickering bulb. And then, his eyes landed on Hannah.

Faris's eyes locked onto Hannah, her fragile form bound to a chair in the center of the room. Her eyes, sunken and terrified, met his. A gag stifled her cries.

With a surge of adrenaline, Faris rushed toward her, but Shan's firm grip held him back. "Wait," Shan whispered, scanning the room for hidden dangers.

Faris's gaze darted around the space, taking in the eerie setup. Candles cast ominous shadows on the walls. A small, makeshift operating table stood in the corner, medical tools laid out with sinister precision.

Hannah's pleading eyes never left Faris's face. He strained against Shan's hold, desperate to reach her.

Suddenly, Shehryar emerged from the shadows, his face twisted into a malevolent grin. "Welcome, Faris," he sneered, eyes glinting with sadistic pleasure.

Faris's muscles coiled, ready to spring. Shan's grip tightened, restraining him.

He began to circle around Hannah, his movements deliberate and menacing. "You're just in time to witness the main event."

Faris's fury boiled over. "Let her go!" he thundered.

Shehryar chuckled. "Not a chance."

Faris's voice cracked with rage. "Why are you doing this, Shehryar?"

Shehryar's smile twisted, his eyes glinting with malevolence. "Because of you, Faris. Your pain is my pleasure."

Moiz stepped forward, gun trained on Shehryar. "Back up, Shehryar. I'll arrest you right away if you did anything wrong."

Shehryar's laughter sent chills down Faris's spine. "You think I care about being arrest? Jail? Death? My goal is singular: Faris's agony."

He circled Hannah, his gaze lingering on her terrified face. "I want to see him shattered, broken, begging for mercy. And you, dear Hannah, are the key."

Hannah's eyes pleaded with Faris, tears streaming down her face.

Faris's world froze as he pulled out his gun and pointed at Hannah. Time slowed.