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The Next Day.
My chest heaved up and down as if I had just ran a marathon. When in fact I was actually beyond furious.
'Red give it up.' Holland spoke in my intercom.
I shook my head.
"No, not yet." I mumbled, cleaning off the bloody knife I had in my hand, with a cloth.
With my back facing Jerry- or so that was the name he had told me but I do not believe it for a second- I cleaned off the knife hearing a few grunts and hisses coming from him.
"Give it up..." He spoke breathlessly, "I won't tell you anything."
I turned back to Jerry, a small smile on my face as I approached him slowly.
"I can do this all day." I smiled sinisterly smiled.
He gave me a challenging look, so I took my little hand knife and shoved it right into the top of his thigh as he was shackled to the walls and floor.
I'd already popped his dislocated shoulders back into place and was joe contemplating popping them back out again.
His head fell and he let out a scream as he as he tried to pull his arms from the pain and pull the weapon from his leg.
I grabbed his face in my hands, making it so he had to look at me. I gave him an innocent smile.
"I won't ask again... Who are you working for?"
'It's no use Red, just get out of there. I need lunch.' I wanted to roll my eyes but chose not to as the man in front of me growled.
"I am not going to tell you anything." He spat back in response.
I dropped his face, giving his cheek a little slap before pulling the knife from his leg harshly. He let out another scream as I threw the knife on the floor.
As his eyes looked back up at me, I gave him one swift punch right in the stomach. Knocking the wind out of him as he couldn't even let out a groan. I left it at that, walking out of the room but just as I slammed the door behind me as I was pissed off I heard him speak.
"Just you wait and see what he's capable of." I shook my head and slammed the door.
That made my sense. What an asshole. I just want answers and maybe I'll let him go free... Or not.
I ran my hands through my hair, wanting to pull it out as I walked out of the building. I'd been trying for hours! Why wouldn't he just give up? I
I'm going to have to try cutting off his ear next time.
I was met with Holland outside of the building, the two of us pulling out intercoms out from our ears. I lifted my hand as I continued to walk, stopping him from trying to talk before he could even start talking.
