Target(H2OVanoss)

Part 9 - Intoducing

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(Delirious POV)
I checked his handcuffs along with the chains which was holding him straight. He was still
unconscious, and that was ok with me. I closed the door behind him and walked into the other room, pulling the phone out of my pocket. I pulled down my mask to speak properly with Tyler, whom I was going to call.

"Yeah?" He greeted me tiredly.

"Tyler, I got him. So what answer?" I asked.

It passed only like three hours after I kidnapped him. It was 7 am. in the morning. After I tied him up it the room, I got to take care of that girl. She thought she was going to get paid for leading Evan out, but I knocked her too. She was dead, I couldn't risk anything. I wasn't tired at all, because I slept the whole previous day to be prepared for this act.

"Wow, this is fucking fast. Uhm gimme a sec, I'm calling that bitch for more info," he said and I knew he was fully awaken.

I hung up to give him some space. Meanwhile I started looking for a new SIM card. My phone rang again.

"So?" I nudge him to speak.

"She wants some code. It should be eleven numbers and it's from his company. Nothing less, nothing more. She said he would know," Tyler informed me.

"Roger that. I hope I can get that answer in a few days. I don't want to care about him for much long."

"Delirious if something happen, anything... call me, ok? I'm here for you."

"Be ready to pick up the rest of the money. Call you back soon." And with that I hung up.

I changed the SIM card for a new one. I slowly smiled, fully consumed by excitement, put the hockey mask back on, took my bag with some toys, and walked back to my prisoner.

As I opened the door he slowly opened the eyes, scanning his surroundings. I put the chair in front of him and sat down, tilting my head to the side, checking his expressions, his intentions. Human body can tell you so many things. Your moods, your desires, you plans, and if you're not good actor, you can be read easily like a book.

"Wh-what's happening?" He silently asked, his voice cracked.

His head raised, and then his eyes saw the handcuffs and chains. I spotted how his eyes widened in confusion and fear, his breath fastened. He tried really hard wiggle out of it, but I had checked it like tenth times. He slowly looked back at me.

"That's enough, Craig. Let me fucking go!" He furiously shouted, but I didn't move an inch.

"Let me go, I say!" He shouted again, his voice slowly falling into desperation and misery.

"Ha ha, real funny. Let me go now," he repeated again, trying to stay positive, trying to grab his last hope.

"Are you deaf? I'm talking to you," he yelled at me, and as I quickly stood up, he jumped in surprise.

I walked to him, locking my eyes to his, where I could see so much fear and at the same time determination.

"I'm the one here who's asking. You're giving me the answers," I said silently, and stepped back.

"Who the fuck are you? Where am I? And what's going on? Where's Craig?"

"Ask me one more question and you're gonna regret it. This is my place, my rules. You're nobody here, you're just a doll in my hands."

I saw new confidence and stubbornness in his eyes. He frowned at me.

"What are you going to do, masked freak?" He yelled at me.

I slowly smiled, even though he couldn't see it through my mask. I walked to the bag and slowly unzipped it. I began to put some things on the table near the exit. Knifes, electrical cords, the bag for waterboarding. I grabbed the knife, tossing it from one hand to another, slowly walking to him.

"What the fuck! Let me go!" He shouted one more time.

"I want the codes. I can promise you swift death, no pain," I said calmly.

He frowned after my words and started to laugh.

"You retard. I'm not giving you a shit. I don't have any codes, I don't even know what the fuck are you talking about! Are you out of your mind?"

The man is trying to play. The man is trying to act. Your voice is bit shaky, my dear. You're nervous, afraid.

"Yes, I'm Delirious outta my mind," I mumbled and firmly grabbed the knife.

"Listen, freak. I don't know how much did he pay you, but I can pay you triple. Hell I can even arrange your life in a heaven. All money your heart desire, all women, all things."

"The codes," I raised my voice.

"Somebody is loosing his control," he teased me.

"The codes!" I repeated.

The man thinks this is a game. The man don't release in what deep shit he's.

"Try me, bitch," he whispered with confidence in his voice.

With one quick move I stabbed him into his left thigh. He painfully screamed in surprise. With his new energy he tried to wiggle out of his restrains one more time. I slowly turned myself and walked to the table, grabbing the salt.

"The codes," I said again and sat down on the chair.

He was breathing the pain out, but still managed to ironically smirk at me.

"Go fuck yourself."

I sighed, stood up and walked to him. Quickly I pulled out the knife and kneeled to him, ignoring his hiss of pain, pouring the salt into my hand.

"The codes." I raised my eyes to meet his.

He spit on me, still being stubborn.

I placed my hand full of salt on his wound and his scream of agony was like a melody for my ears.

He's going to break. Sooner or later. And I have plenty of toys to play with.