Target(H2OVanoss)

Part 10 - Torture

It's so fun write this story. It's so much opposite of my second book. I thank you for your acceptance for this story. Enjoy ^.^
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(Vanoss POV)
I clenched my fists in pain and tried to breath everything out. My whole body was in pain, every last piece of me was shouting in agony, calling for help, yelling for break.

I slowly started to loose my energy, my eyes wanted to shut themselves, needed a bit of rest. But I couldn't. Handcuffs were cutting me into the wrist and in the position I was, was unable to sleep. Blood in my arms were slowly gone, how they was tied up all that time.

He didn't let me rest though, even if I would have wanted it. He payed me visits often. I couldn't really tell how often, cause for me in the closed darker room it was like every second.

But the worst of that all was him. And hell how was he terrifying. I didn't let him know that but I was scared for hell. First moments I thought that this was all a game, performed by Craig, but once that masked man started to torture me I knew this was real. And God knows how much I wished it was all just a nightmare.

All I could see were his eyes. Those sky blue eyes piercing into my soul. He had hoodie on, so I couldn't see much of him. He was shorter then me, not that much though, slim body.

He wanted to know the numbers. But that was something I couldn't easily let him know. Even though I wanted this to end so badly. The numbers were for the nuclear rockets hidden away in the deserts all over the world. In the bad guy hands it could lead to destruction. And I couldn't betray my father's trust. And the world's either.

I knew that he could not have kill me. That was the worst. The never ending torture. Me, not wanting to say it, him, trying to get it out of me. But I was still holding onto hope that one day they're gonna find me, that maybe Craig, or even my father, is nearby.

The next bad new was that even if I would have told him the numbers, there wasn't any certainty about my life. Even though at that time I wanted to die anyway.

In the times I was alone I tried to figure out who this guy was, and why does he wants the numbers. It helped me not to get crazy from the loneliness, and at the same time I was thinking about anything else then the pain. I was certain that about the numbers knew only my family, not even Craig, and then father's friends. No one more.

My heart skipped a beat once I heard door opening. My body started to shake, and I tightly shut my eyes.

It's just a dream! It's just a bad dream! Wake up, wake the fuck up, Evan.

But he nightmare didn't vanish. It was too much real. I heard footsteps and then felt his hand on my cheek, sending me wave of pain through my body, as he slapped me.

"Wake up, sunshine. It's time for that one question again."

His voice was like a worst sound. He sounded completely without any expression, or sometimes I could hear the joy and excitement. He was a freak, the maniac without any soul in him.

I opened the eyes when I saw him going through his bag again. My heart was racing, my body shivered, I wanted to scream for help.

Craig is somewhere near, help is somewhere near! I have to stay strong, I have to.

"You have three options today. Option number one is this beauty here," he started talk again, showing me the knife.

"The option number two is oxygen torture. And finally option number three... bone breaking. Not gonna lie here, that third option can have negative consequences on you body." I heard him.

He turned to me, facing me. I noticed that this time he switched his hoodie for blue color, instead of black. My brain started to work for a once.

That means he's not staying here. That he's going home to change. Or this is his home. I don't even fucking know where I am.

I took a deep breath and smirked, giving him the confidence inside me.

"Or forth option... you can go fuck yourself," I growled.

He sighed and turned his back to me.

"Look, this is all my good will that I'm letting you choose. I would love to break you some bones, cause the pain severe for a few days."

And I would love to kill you for doing this to me. Ok I need to think! Bone breaking? Fuck no! Slicing me into the pieces or that oxygen torture. Maybe that oxygen could make me passed out, escape from this all, on the other hand I could bleed out from that slicing.

"Just kill me instead. What's the point in this? You're going to kill me anyway," I said, blinking a few times to stay focused.

"I need that code. I need those numbers," he replied calmly.

"Who are you working for? Why are you even doing this?!" I was buying me some time before he was going to torture me again.

He grabbed the long thick rope, walking towards me. My heart stopped beating in that moment and I knew I'm going to collapse soon. It wasn't anything bad, it was freeing me from the pain.

"The numbers," he said again.

My head hurt from that one and only one wish over again. I frowned and clenched my jaw one more time.

"Fuck you," I whispered.

He started to slowly tying the rope around my neck, doing something in there, then tying the other end to the some machine on the table.

"Every minute this toy is going to make you breathless, and then loose the grip around your neck. You're not going to faint, don't you worry. I will be in the next door. If you want to tell me anything, just call."

He turned that machine on and walked away.

"You motherfucker! I'm not telling you a shit!" I yelled at him, just a second before that rope around my neck wrapped tightly and I couldn't breath properly.