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Evan's POV-
He hadn't come back for a long time. Which I was thankful for. I'd begun to regret hearing any foot steps, any movements, any noise at all. I'd also loss track of time, fearing the worst I've probably been here for a whole 24 hours. My stomach began to churn and growl, my throat burned from thirst.
I wasn't quite yet used to the growing numbness that was beginning to spread throughout my arms and legs. And I never really appreciated a morning shower until I lost it. I was panting in and out hot, warm air inwhich made it especially hard to breath. The temperature seemed to be rising every minute and I could already feel my clothes soaked with sweat. anger was beginning to pulse through my veins.
There was no longer a flickering light and I was once again alone, in the darkness. Clouds of dust had been stirred up, this place must not be used to often. I'd learned very quickly what those dark puddles were, blood. A faint dripping sound echoed throughout the room as I tried to conceal the existing pain in my leg.
I felt like fainting but, my natural instinct to get away was still very strong. I began to rethink some things. About how and why this guy knows me. This is obviosly the creep that had been watching Craig. I paused.
Is he after Craig? What does he want to know..-
I thought about friends, long ago and forgotton friends. People that had moved on and had grown distant to me. My long line of stale friendships. My mind drifted back to Craig.
He must have realized I was gone. He must have! He'll check up on me, he always does. My whole body filled with hope once again. Adrenaline started to kick in.
I have to get out of here for his sake!
I tried over and over to brake free from the chains. To slip my hands out from their death hold they had on my wrists. I tried, I tried, and finally let out a yell of fustration. I slowly let my attempts cease as I hung my head towards the ground. It felt horrible to be absolutely helpless. I wanted to reserve as much energy as I could. My breathing had started to get heavier and the hot air around me was thick and almost choking.
Maybe this guy wants something from me. I have never met him though, haven't even heard his voice before. Maybe he knows me. Did someone put him up to this? I began to whisper to myself.
"Maybe.... just maybe he___ "
The door had opened again. I knew he was back. The fear crept into the back of my throat. Reacting fast I tightly shut my eyes and pretended to be asleep. I heard the door being shut and the click of the lock and... muffled talking. Blocking out his nearing foot steps I tried to concentrate on whatever he was saying. And then it stopped. So did his foot steps.
I could feel his presence right in front of me and my fear only grew, my heart was racing. I could hear his faint breathing. I wanted all of this to go away. To be a dream. To just wake up. Wake up Evan! Wake up!
I opened one eye to peek and sure enough, there he was. I glanced up near his mask as the light flickered. My hatred was festuring deep inside myself toward this tall masked freak. My conscience was practically screaming at me now to get away. To get very far away. I held my breath as he hunkered down to eye level. I met his eyes with the same disgust and hatred as his did mine.
"Listen, because I'm only going to say this once," He commanded, his voice icy compared to the air around him "The more you fight, the worse all of this gets, got it?"
I slowly nodded, slightly interested as to what he had to say next. I wordlessly watched him as he grabbed what looked to be a metal bracelet from his pocket. I mentally froze. He then walked around me and attatched it tightly around my ankle.
"This device will track your every movement and will even shock you with my saying. I can't just have you escaping telling all the polices crazy stories of a madman now can I?"
"Wait! You cant just do th__" he pushed the button. I tensed up at the pain surging up my spine and into my arms and legs, down to my toes. I couldn't help but to hunch over which only seemed to make it worse. I felt my heart rapidly pick up speed and my head throb. Everytime I moved it felt like I was being repeatedly stabbed with thousands of needles. I let out a slient gasp of air.
"As I said before! You cooperate or I'll use my ways to forefully make you." His voice had grown stern. He was becoming impatient as he silently paced around the room.
This is the only point in time where I actually wanted to murder someone. Anger and fury nestled deep inside me and I refused to let it out. I refused to let him see his tricks were working.
"Now that I fully have your attentions, I'll continue." Once again he pulled out something from his pocket. Needle and thread. My eyes widened and I looked at him, square in the eyes, surely he wasn't going to. I violently shook my head to say no but, he acted like he didn't even see me silently panicking. I watched in horror as he quickly threaded the needle and went to sow up my leg wound. I tried so hard to back up, to get away, but with the chains it wasn't possible.
"I have been assigned a simple task. Though I'll be quite blunt with you, I'll kill you in the end." I hissed out in pain and grinded my teeth together to try to hold back any cuss words. Mentally not even caring about his words.
"I have no use for dead weight." The needle going in and out, pulling the tender skin together. I imagined a grin plastered on his face though his voice was emotionless. The wound however honestly felt slightly better.
"I need information from you. I heard what happened." He bit off the excess string and I gave him a black, solemn look. He'd been snooping, this no good dirty creep! What right did he have to dig into my past.
I knew he was trying to aggrivate me, to stir me up. He wanted me to bite right back at him. But I wasn't going to give him what he wanted. I had to be smart about this. After all, I don't even know if he actually knew what had happened.
"What do you mean?"
He stayed where he was, crouched right in front of me. The annoyance evident in his body language, the way he clenched and unclenched his fists. The way he grinded his teeth together
"You didn't always live here. Evan dwaine." He paused, letting out a dissaproving grunt as he shifted his mask. "Thats not even your real last name now is it? You know word gets around don't you?"
I hated how close he was, the way he looked down upon me. I wanted to spit into his face again just to show him I don't care but, the fear of what might happen lingered. The thought of this man, this lunatic, doing what he pleased, made my whole body stiffen. I felt cornered.
"Your real name isn't delirious, so even you have lied."
The silent room was suddenly ingulfed in his chuckling. I visibly cringed at the strange man, his body shook uncontrollably as his arms were wrapped around his sides. He shook his head from side to side and let out a sigh as if I'd told a good joke. He stood up once again to check my restraints
"You know Evan Fong, nothing gets past me. I have my ways of getting around." A silent hiss escaped my lips as he began to tighten the restraints against my wrists. "I've got eyes everywhere."
I stretched just to look at him. Giving him the harshest, nastiest glare I could possibly manage.
"Just get to the point you basterd."
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