Gradually, Mr. Woods regained consciousness, only to be met with a searing headache that pulsed through his skull. He winced, closing his eyes against the pain, and attempted to move his limbs, only to discover that they were tightly bound. Panic surged within him as he surveyed his surroundings—an empty room, devoid of any comfort, with a single dim light bulb hanging from the ceiling, casting eerie shadows. Disoriented and plagued by thirst and hunger, Mr. Woods wondered how long he had been unconscious. He tried to wrench his arms free but felt narrow straps dig into his flesh. He cried out in pain and stopped trying to free himself. Desperation gripped him, and he shouted for help, his voice a blend of fury and fear, the stale air choking him. Suddenly, a creaking sound reverberated from the rusty hinges of the door—a signal that someone was approaching. "Seems like our new acquaintance has finally awakened," a voice exclaimed, infused with an unsettling excitement. Mr. Woods
Chapter 36: The Cruel Game of torture "Pumpkin?" The man in black called out to his partner, the lady in black. "Yes, my love?" "Could you please enlighten me with your definition of torture?" "Torture is the act of inflicting excruciating pain or suffering upon someone as a form of punishment or coercion, aiming to extract information or compliance," the lady in black replied with a sly grin. She held a peculiar device in her hand, and upon noticing Mr. Woods's gaze fixed upon her, she smirked and whispered, "Don't concern yourself with me; it's him you should fear." Slowly, Mr. Woods lifted his gaze to meet the piercing eyes of the man in black. "Do you hear that, Mr. Woods? This isn't torture; it is merely the prelude. Starving you and binding you is just the prologue to true torment. So, tell me, Mr. Woods, what is your deepest fear?" the man in black inquired, yet Mr. Woods remained silent. Why would he ever reveal such vulnerabilities? "Are you afraid of death? Well, if
Ever since Steve's accident, Lucas had noticed the change in his boss's demeanor. Concerned, he approached Jeremy, who seemed lost in thought. "Are you alright, boss?" Lucas asked, hoping to offer some support. Jeremy snapped back to reality, his mind consumed by thoughts of finding Drake Lockman. "Any updates on Drake Lockman's whereabouts?" Jeremy inquired, his voice tinged with frustration. "Nothing yet, sir. It's as if he vanished into thin air," Lucas replied, his determination evident. He had never encountered such difficulty in locating a person during his years working for Jeremy. "Keep searching. And what about Mr. Woods? Any progress with him?" Jeremy asked, referring to the individual the Blacks had been tasked with interrogating. Lucas shook his head, his expression reflecting disappointment. "Mr. Woods remains unyielding, refusing to divulge any information." Jeremy's frustration grew, his tone sharp and commanding. "It seems the Blacks have lost their touch. Inf
As Jeremy made his way through the hospital corridor, a chorus of laughter reached his ears, catching his attention. Curious, he halted halfway to Steve's room, his focus drawn to the source of the merriment. With a slight smirk playing on his lips, he pushed open the door. Inside the room, his eyes quickly surveyed the scene. Steve, looking considerably better, lay on the bed, a hint of stress still etched on his face. Tony, seated on a couch at the far end of the room, wore a mixture of relief and concern. And there, seated next to the bed, was Melissa, her radiant presence commanding attention. Jeremy's gaze lingered a moment longer on Melissa, taking in her captivating appearance. Her flowing red hair cascaded down, shimmering in the light. She exuded elegance in her black gown and stylish boots, her features flawlessly accentuated by her hair styled up, revealing her jawline and cheekbones. As she turned towards the door, their eyes met, and time seemed to stand still for an ins
Jeremy's hospital stay ended sooner than expected. The news he received from the Blacks wasn't pleasant, but it would suffice for now. Tony offered to accompany him, and Jeremy accepted. Together, they drove to the location where Mr. Woods was being held. Arriving at one of Jeremy's storage facilities for his imported goods, they descended into the basement where the Blacks awaited them at the door. "Mr. Nobody, Mr. Grey," the man in black addressed Jeremy and Tony respectfully. "Let me clarify. Mr. Woods is willing to disclose everything, but only to Jeremy," Tony inquired. "Yes, Mr. Grey," the man in black replied. "Open the door," Jeremy commanded, and the man in black unlocked it and pushed it open. The four of them entered the room. As Mr. Woods looked up at the newcomers, he wasn't surprised to see Jeremy. "Jeremy Nobody," he muttered to himself. Who else would have the audacity to do this to him? "Good, you're finally here," Mr. Woods said, his gaze fixed on Jeremy. Jer
Melissa slowly opened her eyes, the persistent beeping of her alarm clock interrupting her peaceful slumber. Groggily, she reached over to turn it off, longing to return to the comforting embrace of her soft pillow. However, her tranquility was short-lived as Nicky barged into the room, frantically searching for something. The cacophony continued with Sam's boisterous cooking, which made Melissa snap her eyes wide open. Frustration welled up inside her, and she grabbed her pillow, muffling her irritation with a scream. "Can't anyone find peace and quiet in this house anymore?" "Quit whining. Besides, it's time for you to wake up. You can't stay in bed all day," Nicky chided, her eyes scanning the room for her misplaced earrings. "Any chance you've seen my earrings? I can't find them, and I'm running late. Could you be a dear and help me find them?" she pleaded. Melissa let out an exasperated sigh. "Find them yourself and leave!" she shouted, tossing her pillow in Nicky's direction.
It was a warm tuesday afternoon and it was no surprise that Jeremy was having his lunch at The Aviary. A high-class english restaurant. Unbeknownst to him, an intriguing figure named Sexianna Black was about to cross his path. With an air of confidence, Sexianna glided towards Jeremy's table, clad In a black leather mini skirt and a black leather jacket. Coupled with black boots. She left the jacket open showing off her black net bralet top. With just a little black lace to cover her nipples. She had decided to adorn herself in a bad girl attire. Her raven-black hair cascaded down her back, accentuating her captivating green eyes. She emanated an aura that was both mysterious and seductive. Lucas, Jeremy's right-hand man, intercepted Sexianna's approach, blocking her path before she could reach Jeremy. "You were not invited here. Why have you come?" Lucas inquired, his tone firm and direct. However, Sexianna chose to ignore him, her gaze fixed upon Jeremy. Her voice dripping wit
Bloodied and bound to a chair, Mr. Woods stared helplessly at his daughter Diana, who stood beside Drake Lockman, her tears streaming down her face. A gag silenced her pleas for mercy, while her father endured a merciless beating by Drake's men. Drake Lockman, a man Mr. Woods once believed to be an ally, now reveled in his betrayal. "You betrayed me," Drake sneered, laughter echoing in the room. "I thought we were in this together." "I was being tortured," Mr. Woods gasped, struggling to speak. "I had no choice but to tell them something." "They should have killed you," Drake mused, a sinister smile curling on his lips. "But now, I get the pleasure of doing it myself." "Please," Mr. Woods pleaded, desperation in his voice. "Do whatever you want with me, but spare my daughter." Drake Lockman approached Diana, attempting to caress her head and wipe away her tears, but she recoiled from his touch. "I'll spare her," Drake hissed, leaning closer to Diana. "But only if you follow my ev