WRONG (BL)

Chapter Two // So stupid

A Few Weeks Later...

"Was the human experiment in 1944-1945 for identical twins from the Germans during the Holocaust, or the Japanese doing experiments on the Chinese and Korean?" Caleb said in a bored tone. The question had been too easy.

Mr. Daniels, the new victim Caleb had captured had tried to run away to America because he didn't have the 5,000,000 that he owed Caleb, was sitting on the familiar metal chair where countless of others had sat and been tortured to death.

The people working with Caleb had always tried to figure out what kind of questions that Caleb would ask in the torture room, but no one lived to tell the tale.

Of course, Caleb knew the fad that his men were trying to find out what the question was, but never prevented them because they only tried to educate themselves to be prepared for whatever question that Mr. Hatcher would shoot at them. Oh if they only knew.

But at the moment, it seems that Mr. Daniels really wasn't as smart as Caleb thought he was, getting a basic history question wrong.

"I-is it a J-japanese experiment?" the man stuttered out nervously, sweat dripping down his forehead.

"Wrong," Caleb said licking his lips and his eyes giving off a malicious glint. And he thought that he wouldn't get his fun today.

Caleb tutted, shaking his head in a mocking manner. And that wasn't even the question I usually ask. Sometimes I make it easier for some of my victims and ask something they would actually get right, but Mr. Daniels, you are a stupid fuck and still got the question wrong. Pity: Caleb said bringing his knife up.

"Bye-bye Mr. Daniels: Caleb said with a glowing smile and began to rip the man's stomach open and stab into his organs, splattering blood all over the floor. He twisted the knife as he let a psychotic smile rest on his face, continuing to torture the already dead man distorting the body into a gruesome scene.

As Caleb thought back to some of his previous kills while he cleaned up. He came upon a happy memory about Mr. Ross and he subconsciously growled.

Without realizing it because it had only been for a moment, Mr. Ross had managed to crack a part of the wall that Caleb had built around him. The answer had Caleb sleepless for days, although Caleb kept trying to convince himself that he couldn't sleep with all the work piling up.

But oh, what a pity that Mr. Ross was dead now. His answer had been correct, but that was not the answer that Caleb was looking for. That was a reason why he tortured in the past. Now he did for a different reason. Do you want to know? Just don't over think it.

Caleb wiped the blood on his face off with his sleeve and set the bloody knife on the table. Caleb smiled.

"Now who should my next victim be?"