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Part 109 - Almost free

Ok, yes, it's a bit late update 😂😅, but I'll try next time! I'm really glad to be back with you ❤. Enjoy ^.^
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(Delirious POV)
I moved my arms up again, repeating something I was doing for like an hour. I felt the ropes getting more loosed, the pole was actually helping me cut it. I was tired, my whole body hurt, I had a problem to focus, but the image of the freedom was pushing me forward.

Just a few more ties, c'mon!

I managed to get free, right at the moment I heard a footsteps outside. So I let my arms up, pretending to be tied up, and I hoped nobody is going to check my restrains.

The door opened, revealing Mark and Jack, my common visitors. Mark smirked at me, waving in greetings.

"Still refusing to speak?" Mark asked, walking towards me with a laptop in his hands.

I noticed Jack holding a knife, and I assume it was for me. Mark opened his laptop, showing me a chat. There were wishes on torturing me, from cutting my whole body, trough breaking my bones, to my death.

I looked back into his eyes, checking Jack in the corner. Mark closed the laptop, turning himself to Jack. That was my chance. I grabbed the ropes tightly with my fingers, quickly struggling him with the rope. I used the surprise moment, using Mark's stabbed tight to my advance. I sensed Jack running towards us.

"Stop!" I yelled, feeling Mark's attempts for breath.

Jack stopped in his movement, carefully watching me. I loosened the ropes, letting Mark catch his breath.

"Drop that knife," I commanded.

Jack was looking at Mark, seeking for some advices. But Mark was silent, maybe talking only with his eyes.

"I won't repeat myself," I growled, seeing Jack's knife drop on the ground.

I dragged Mark to the table, quickly grabbing the gun on it. I immediately reloaded, letting go of the ropes. I placed the gun to Mark's head, still watching Jack.

"Open the door," I commanded again.

Maybe I could kill Mark and Jack successfully. But who knows how many people are here? Mark seems to be in the high position, he's my ticket out.

"Just open that door," Mark growled, and I carefully watch as Jack did what he was asked for.

"Move," I commanded to Mark, with the gun still on his head.

We walked through the door, walking upstairs. I still had Jack in front of me, and I knew he was prepared to defend Mark with his body if the situation needed to. We ended up in the hallway, and I remembered the way we walked in with Luke. Jack stoped moving, lightly nodding his head, and that was the moment I sensed the threat.

But it was too late. I was so focusing on getting out of this building, that I wasn't paying attention to my surrounding. I felt a cold steel against my back.

"Drop that gun."

Second mistake I've done in my life.

I heard Luke's voice behind me, feeling my blood boiling in anger. I still knew I had a loaded gun.

With the luck I could kill at least one of them. But I can't die, I promised Evan. Fuck with all emotions.

I slowly lowered my hand, getting pushed away from Mark to the wall, where Luke hit me into my face. I spit my blood on him.

"Kill that motherfucker! I'm done," Jack growled, and I slowly smirked.

Jack is so impatient, his weakness.

"I'll take care of him," Luke said, dragging me back to the red room.

I didn't try to defend myself, I knew there wasn't really much to do. I could kill Luke, but Mark or Jack would kill me after it. And I refused to risk my life for one kill.

"Just tell me why, that's all I'm asking for," I said, letting him tie me up to the chair in the room.

Once he was done, he leaned closer to my face, anger written in his eyes. I tried to predict what was pushing him.

"You don't even know how long I've been hunting you down," he whispered, and I successfully kept my expressionless face.

"It's your fault, everything that happened is your fault. I lost her because of you."

Is he talking about my sister?

"I had somebody else suitable for the Red Room, but then you showed up. That was my luckiest day," he continued.

"You could have killed me in the Mark's place. Why did you help me?" I whispered, scanning his reaction.

"I wanted to have some fun. Also this way I learn your weakness, Jonathan. You care about Tyler, and mainly about Evan."

Fuck. If he touches one of them, I'm going to kill him. Even if that means dying.

"Let's just say I have a contact on somebody who knows both of them."

Craig.

"You're wasting your time, Luke," I said calmly, even though I felt nervous about this.

"I'm getting money out of you, bitch. People are paying us to torture you."

"You remember when we were younger? When he had a lot of plans? Guess what? You killed them. You killed your family, you're going to pay for it."

I watched, as he stood up, pulling out the syringe. I wasn't afraid.

"It was an accident," I mumbled, feeling a bit stupid for trying to defend myself.

"Let's see what this does," he said, completely ignoring me.

"And one last thing, Jonathan. If you think about escape one more time, let me assure you that Tyler or Evan won't survive that."

"Are you threatening me? Do you have any idea who I am?" I growled, curling my fingers into a fist.

"Yes, you're Delirious... a man who died, and nobody cares about him."

After his words, he injected the syringe into my hand, and didn't stop looking into his eyes. My head started to hurt, while my heart was racing. My vision got little bit blurry, my eyes heavier.

I will survive. Evan... Eva... Ev-

Hello, Jonathan.