Kidnapped by the Boss (II)

Killing a politician is not an easy job, much less when it is one of the magnitude of the one I have just assigned to her, besides this objective represents an important point in her past and in some way in her future, I know that this is a challenge for her and a very difficult one to finish, I hope she does it otherwise we will have a problem, besides she wanted to go back to work, well she will.

Claus in the hall calls me

"Dark, I don't have all night…" I turn as I see Max reviewing the rest of the contents of the envelope, once outside the studio I walk with Claus.

“Are you sure you can do it?...” he says looking over his shoulder in the direction of the office, I nod and whisper sure

“it will…”

“and good? Hasn't he spoken yet?...” he asks with a half smile on his lips, changing the subject and referring to the work we are about to do.

“No, he hasn't done it yet and we shouldn't delay this matter any longer...” he nods and smiles broadly

“Then it's my turn to play…” I see him out of the corner of my eyes and I know how much he's enjoying this, he returns the knife to its holder and snaps his fingers… “will you stay?...” he asks, I nod and he sees me surprised… “really?...”

“Yes, Claus is serious…” he nods smiling and whispers

“This is going to be luxurious…”

We reach the stairs that lead to the lower floors of the mansion, the place where I live is a huge mansion with about 3 visible floors, made of tempered glass, it is really luxurious, elegant and minimalist to a certain extent, I am a simple guy but with good taste, it has everything a mansion should have, swimming pool, garage, kitchen, gym, recreation areas, it is a mansion and as ironic as it seems I like the light, at least here, even though I live in a world of darkness.

Downstairs there are 5 more floors, all dedicated to our organization and it is our operations center, at first glance the mansion itself is my home, and as we descend I see several of my men go up or down, they all stop to greet with their heads, but nobody speaks, once on the second level, we walk down one of the corridors that leads to the dungeons, I signal one of my men to open the door, he enters the code into the computer and the door opens. swipe left.

From PB down everything is full of extreme security, the walls are soundproofed and have several layers of concrete, with an outer layer of an alloy of steel with other metals, which makes it almost indestructible, which is why the organization itself it can easily be called a bunker, everything here is run by computers and i've made sure i have the best hackers in the world to keep the prying out that's why whenever we hear of some kid who has gotten past the security of the pentagon or some organization or government important worldwide we make sure to find it and make it part of Darkness, only the best are here, although only a few manage to stay.

As soon as we enter the classic and unmistakable metallic smell of blood floods my senses, we take a couple of steps and from inside the voice of one of my men speaks to me.

“Sir…” Malcolm says quietly, approaching me, with his gloves full of blood.

“Malcom… how are we doing?...” I ask, he looks at Claus next to me with a frown and doesn't answer, Claus is not very loved by my men, although they respect him they don't like him very much… “Malcom?...  turn your attention back to me”

“You still don't speak sir...” I nod and hear Claus laugh next to me.

"Okay Malcolm… that's all you can go…" I order the man in front of me, he sees me for a moment then Claus who looks at him with contempt, nods and leaves.

“Why do you put idiots like him to do my job?...” he asks, while he looks at me with annoyance, I approach the man sitting on the chair in the middle of the room.

“Because you have other things to do Claus…” I say surrounding the man who looks at me with contempt.

We are in one of the interrogation rooms or rather, in the “operating room” as one of my men decided to call it some time ago. It is a room with gunmetal gray walls, there is only one window in it and it has bulletproof tempered glass, you can only see this way from the other side, from here it is only glass.

“Yes, but the result is almost always the same... I always have to go down and break these rats myself... rookies can't handle people like him...” he says pointing to our hostage.

He approaches the table that is near the wall reviewing its contents, begins to shake his head and blurts out

“Do you see why I say that? These are children's toys... I used one of these when I was barely 12 years old...” she says raising a tweezers that is used to extract teeth, she smiled and shook my head

“Do you want to stop talking so much and start, I have dinner in a couple of hours…” Claus snorts like a viper and whispers

“Great, apart from that I have to hurry so that the king can do his things quietly ...” I roll my eyes while I see how he takes off his leather jacket and sweatshirt, hanging them on a rack near the table, exposing his muscular and worked body. She stretches a bit before slipping on a pair of black latex gloves.

“Well, let's see what we have here…” he says approaching his victim who sees him with pure hatred… “hello dear…” he says in a sweet but mocking tone… “so my friend's caresses didn't move you a bit? I must say that I am…“ he pauses moistening his lips and placing his index finger on his lower lip to then smile broadly… “a little rougher, I hope you like it and want to talk a little with my friend…”

He gets up and sees me with a devilish smile on his face, this is the real Claus, the one who hides behind the kind and funny smile, the one who hides behind that filthy mask that he shows to everyone, this is my best friend, the sadist, the cruel, the one who loves and enjoys the pain of others. I walk up behind the man and place my hands on his shoulders which are drenched in sweat.

“You should know that in my world every decision that is made is a consequence and you made the decision not to talk to Malcom, so I must say that this is the consequence of your decision... Claus is a bit special and does not leave many options, with Malcom you had more at this moment the options changed... you speak or you die...” Claus laughs and whispers...

“Actually, Dark only has one option…” his smile widens and he approaches his face and blurts out… “because you're already dead…” he separates laughing and approaches the table again, I separate from the man who continues looking at Claus with a grudge, I lean against the wall in front of the man, his eyes move from me to Claus with hatred again, he smiled and shook my head and whispered

“He may say you're dead... but I won't let you die until you tell me exactly what I want to know...” My words make Claus look at me seriously, I nod in his direction and he snorts annoyed.

"Well, honey…" he says checking the things on the table, “I think the blows won't make you talk, because if not, obviously you would have said something to Malcolm, wouldn't you?... why don't we do something more interesting…”

He takes a tweezers and looks at it for a moment, shakes his head and takes a kind of scalpel, approaches the man and smiles widely, crouches in front of him and takes his forearm and whispers

“Let's see what color your blood is...” his eyes shine with malice, while the man's eyes widen and a slight tremor invades his body, he looks at me with terror imprinted on his expression but I don't even flinch.

Slowly he brings the scalpel closer to his arm while the man watches with fear as the edge of it rests on his skin, immediately a trickle of blood comes out, Claus smiles.

“oh look, it has a color… and just one that I like… this will be fun honey, don't worry…” and with a jerk he makes a deep cut in the arm causing a cry of pain in the man… “then Mr. Hotchner who paid for work?...” Claus asks, once again approaching the table and taking a syringe with a glass vial, he reads the label and smiles, he fills it completely and I know that what comes next will not only be painful but also desperate.

“and good? Even my caresses won't make you talk?...” the man looks at him with hatred and spits in his direction, shit he shouldn't have done that. Claus smiles broadly and whispers to him… “you have just signed the most delicious, slow and desperate torture that can be subjected to someone…” he removes the cap from the syringe and drops a few drops on the wound, from a few centimeters away of this, as soon as the liquid comes into contact with the skin the man lets out a cry of pain, Claus approaches him and with a mocking tone asks him

“what did you say? I couldn't hear you?...” He looks at me for a moment and asks sarcastically... “Did you hear something, Dark?...” He separates and drops more drops, the man begins to move desperately in the chair, while the tears flow. intermingle with the sweat on his face, he cries out in pain as he moves his body from side to side, but the ties keep him firm on the chair, Claus looks at me for a moment and smiles...

“We can do this all night seriously, for me there is no problem but you know, he doesn't have all night and I get bored easily, he also doesn't want you to die yet and I honestly don't want it either, I haven't played for a long time with someone, but I think it would be fun if there are four of us and not three, I wonder if her screams are heard like yours and your daughter's, I mean...” the man stops moving immediately, while he watches Claus panting, with hatred, then he casts his eyes on me and smiled. Psychological torture is part of his game and he enjoys it as much or perhaps more than physical torture, Claus loves to enjoy seeing the fear and uncertainty on the faces of his victims, as sadistic as it sounds, Claus really enjoys this.