Serial killer

Thanks but No Thanks

It had to be about an hour or so that we were travelling and by the frequent bumps and jerks I deduced two things. First that we were travelling off road which furthered spiked my curiosity and second that the driver was a complete ass. Either he was drunk or just reckless. My head was throbbing violently with each movement and specks of light managed to penetrate through the thick fabric covering my face, which was actually quite irritating. Cursing under my breath i moved to get in a more comfortable position. In a millisecond I heard the man next to me load his gun with a click and point it at me. I must say I was impressed.
"Man, just chill. My butt is almost sore sitting in this position." I explained. At once I sensed a movement which was probably him lowering his weapon. I bet I had hated nothing more than the situation I was in. Being held captive was just not my thing. I was a man who did what he wanted to no matter what the consequence. That way if I got into trouble no one was to blame but me.
Well, I think this was one of the consequence of my actions. I internally cursed myself for being so careless. I had never approached my target without first investigating their routine and lifestyle. The money had blinded me and may be I had become over confident that I was unbeatable or something. As i regretted and simultaneously cursed myself for my carelessness, I realized that we were slowing down and the man had started speaking into his speaker again. It was not long that the car halted with a jerk throwing me face first into the back of the driver's seat. I had started hating this driver more than my kidnapper. I waited a long time but none of them made any move to get out of the car. As if hearing my thoughts the man in charge of this little group of idiots, as i liked referring to them as, spoke in a curt voice "Let's go."
In a moment all men started getting out of the car and I was being literally dragged by my arm due to my lack of familiarity of the area and also my eyesight.
The change in the environment signalled that we had entered a shelter. The man was rude and harsh as he pulled me with him. I dug my heels in the ground and resisted. Enough is enough. I was a not a leashed dog that they could tug me to wherever they wanted.
"As far as I remember I have two perfectly working legs. And I can very well walk on my own." I jerked my arm away from his and gritted my teeth. I knew he was going to advance towards me so I aimlessly swinged my hands that were tied in front of me in the air which came in contact with the hard surface of his jaw. I heard him groan in pain and I took this distraction to take off the hood from my face. I raised my hands above my head and pulled at the corner of the hood. It came off easily and as I decided to celebrate my little triumph, I came face to face with almost half a dozen loaded  weapons. Uh oh.
I lowered my hands in defeat and unsurprisingly two men grasped me with even more brutality than before. I couldnt blame them. I was a hard fish to catch. As we continued, I saw the bruise forming on the jaw of the man I had hit. And believe me it was quite bad. I smirked proudly.
We were walking through a corridor lit with dim tube lights along the wall. The corridor was considerably wide and was bare of any kind of decoration or wall paper. It was like the ones in factories and storage areas. One thing I was sure about was that this place was not being used for any kind of 'good' purpose. There was an eerie feeling about it. There was minimal arrangement of lighting and a thick layer of dust lay over the floor and it was suffocating down here with no windows for ventilation and also making it difficult for me to guess the hour of the day.
We soon reached a metal door to my right which opened with a noise grating the floor.  Before I could hold on to something I was violently pushed inside the room making me fall to my knees and my head bent low.
"Well well what a sight?" I heard a deep, authoritative voice laced with fake amusement. "If this isn't the greatly feared serial killer bowing down to me." I stood up as swiftly as i could because of my tied up hands.
"In your fucking dreams." I spat. Saying I was furious would be an understatement. I was fuming like a bull who was showed a red cloth. His words were a direct insult to my ego and arrogance. I glared directly into his eyes. There was something familiar about him but i could not pinpoint it and I didn't even care. We stared long enough. All the guards accompanying me had robotically taken a place in the corners of the room. I did not take my eyes of him. If I had to guess I would say he was in his late forties, the corner of his eyes wrinkling when he smiled coolly at me, his hair showed signs of aging as gray hair showed through his short black hair. I could easily tell he was an experienced man and if I didn't know better I would say he was a saint. Where I was steaming, the man was as calm as one could be. He was standing on a raised platform with short flight of steps on both ends and the front lined with a railing on which he supported both his hands and look down upon me both literally and metaphorically.
Breaking his stare he descended down the stairs and approached me, standing only a little distance away. He extended his hand for me to shake "I am Zlatan Tanning and also your new leader now." He spoke with authority and gave special emphasis to the last part. I gave a short laugh as if he were joking. Me and work for him? Was he out of his mind?
He still had his hand towards me and then feigning ignorance stated "Oh, I forgot you have your hands tied up." I wanted to remove that smug smile off his face but i knew the odds were against me. I would be in great trouble if I stated war against him. If he had the guts to intimidate me he must be something. With just a nod of his head he ordered one of his men to cut my ties. As soon I was free i rubbed my wrists soothingly.
"Mr. Troy there is absolutely no use in resisting. One way or the other the results are going to be the same." He smiled at me as if wishing me on my birthday. Nobody could suspect what he actually was. " Thanks but no thanks. I decline your offer to work together, Mr.....what was it again?" I tried replying with the same cool tone. Now I could see he was losing his cool and replied "Tanning. Zlatan Tanning." He was now glaring at me for being so unaffected by his position.
"Yeah, that." I said, a hint of confidence in my voice. I turned around intending to leave.
" As you wish, Mr. Troy." There was silence after that. For a moment I was skeptical at how easily the matter was settled.
" Name: Sebastian Troy. Age: 28 years old. Address: Golden Bird Street, House number 6. Father's name:...." There i cut him off.
" What the hell are you doing? How did you get hands on the private citizen information? Isn't it only with the law force of the country?" I threw my questions at him, fear getting the best of me.
"Well, I might have forgot to mention that I am also known as Chief Inspector of the Police Department." He said as a matter-of-factly, knowing very well that he had the upper hand now. Looking at my shocked state, he took the opportunity to further elaborate.
"I have all the right reasons and evidences to turn you in, Mr. Troy. Now that's not what you want or is it?" Not waiting for my answer he continued "Now what I am trying to do here is achieve a win-win situation for both of us. Rules are simple. You do as I say and you stay out of trouble. Understood?"
Finding me tongue tied he said, "Very well then it's an honour to work with you."