The Assassin's Deception

Chapter 9

JONATHAN BLACK
I came to as water splashed in my face. My mouth was still covered with duct tape and I was still blindfolded. They grabbed the blindfold and pulled it off me. I shook my head trying to get my eyes to adjust to the blinding light in my face.
Drake Blair stood in front of me with a crazed smile. He gripped the corner of the tape and ripped it off of me.
"You know it surprises me that she hasn't shown up yet." He mused.
"Maybe she doesn't care about you as much as I thought she did." He taunted me.
"Why don't we make another video? I think she'll react to really hearing your screams."
"Stay away from me." I growled earning me a punch in my face.
He brought out a tray covered in a cloth. Anxiety filled me. I knew whatever he had planned to torture me with was going to be beyond anything my father had ever put me through. Worse still than what he'd already done to me.
He pulled the cloth off of the tray revealing various torture devices from a pair of pliers to knives.
He looked almost giddy watching the fear build in my eyes.
"Don't worry. I won't kill you. Not yet. That's the one regret I have with how I killed her husband; she didn't get to see it. We'll capture her when she comes for you and she'll watch you die before I kill her." He smiled viciously at me.
In a flash he drove one of those knives through my forearm. I screamed out as he ripped it back out.
"You're a coward!" I yelled at him.
"How is that?" He asked cutting into the skin on my chest.
"You need to hurt me just to get her to show up because you're too cowardly to actually go after her. She's stronger than you and she'll beat you." I hissed at him defiantly.
"We'll just see about that?" He drove the knife throughy other forearm.
He left the knife in my arm and picked up the pair of pliers.
"I bet being an illusionist you're hands are quite valuable to you, coreect?" He asked me.
I just stared at him as he grabbed my left hand. I clenched my fist as hard as I could with the knife in my arm.
"I will break your fingers." He hissed.
Reluctantly I loosened my fist and he grabbed my index finger gripping my fingernail with the pliers. I screamed as he ripped the nail out of my finger.
"They'll grow back, Jonathan. If you live that long." He laughed at me after he finished ripping my fingernails out of my hands.
"If your little girlfriend manages to get you out of here. She won't, by the way. I killed her husband and I'll kill you too."
He picked up one of the smaller knives and pulled up the skin around the stab wound in my arm filleting my skin off my arm.
He flipped the knife around driving it into my thigh.
"Why do you want to hurt her?" I gasped in desperation.
He looked at me.
"Her mother killed my father in the summer of nineteen ninety."
"What does that have to do with her?"
"Ten years ago her mother took her own life. I don't have her to torment so I ripped Kaitlyn's husband away from her and this time she'll watch you die."
"I still don't understand. She told me she didn't start doing this until her husband died."
"That's true. I had to pull her into the game somehow. I highly doubt she's lied to you. She's not much of a liar."
I lost myself in trying to figure out why these two people had to be enemies that I didn't notice him walk around me.
He used some kind of wire to start strangling me. I tried to scream out but he cut off my air supply. I couldn't raise my hands to try to stop him. My vision blured as I began to lose consciousness before he released his hold on the wire.
I coughed hard trying to draw breath back into my lungs.
"Get him out of the chair. I want to do something else." He said ripping the knife out of my arm.
His goons grabbed me before cutting the ropes from my wrists and ankles. I screamed as they ripped the rope off my arms and legs.
They threw me onto the floor before he kicked me in the ribs again.
"Get him up in his knees and get that rag off of him then hold him still."
They ripped the rest of the fabric off of my body before grabbing my arms and holding me as the whip cracked against the skin of my back causing me to flinch. They grabbed my arms harder.
I lost count of how many times he hit me with that whip before they let me go and I fell forward onto the floor.
"Leave us." He said dismissively which concerned me to no end.
He sat on my back and ripped my head back by my hair and nicking my throat with a knife.
"We're about to have a lot of fun. You're my bitch now."
I could have handled anything he wanted to do to me aside from what flashed into my mind in that moment. I knew I just needed to fight him off until Kaitlyn got there. I truly believed that she could save me. I truly believed that she would if I could just hold him off long enough.
Without another thought I forced him off of me and tried to crawl away. He grabbed my ankle and I spun around so I was laying on my back. I kicked out striking him in the nose causing him to release me.
"Get him!" He yelled for his goons who immediately rushed in and grabbed ahold of me.
Blair stood back up and stomped on my chest breaking more of my ribs.
"I'm going to enjoy killing you." He hissed kneeling down next to me.
Gunshots in the distance drew our attention.
"Sounds like your girlfriend's here." He told me.
Instantly I worried about her. I had no idea how long it'd been since she'd been shot but it was clearly not enough for her to be ready to face the amount of gunfire I could hear.
"Get him up, back into the chair. Tie him down and help the others. Bring her to me." He said eyeing me.
They forced me back into the chair and retied my wrists and ankles to it.
Blair himself gagged me again before he hit me so hard I blacked out.