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(Delirious POV)
I closed my eyes and slowly stretched my head. It was taking too damn long for him to talk. But I was patient, I had to be, that was part of me, that was making me so good in my profession.

I let him sleep for one hour, and meanwhile I called Tyler.

"Sup?" I greeted him.

"Delirious, so great to hear you. Police, news and everybody know about Evan's disappearance. I assume your job is done," he said and I sighed.

"Not yet. He's refusing to speak. The numbers has to be really important, but don't you worry. I'm slowly and steadily breaking his soul. Today is waterboarding on schedule. How are you?"

"Awesome actually. I'm looking for some new car."

"Tyler don't buy any luxury ones. It's going to be suspicious. I don't want anyone investigate the source of your income," I warned him and heard his laughter.

"Does this mean you care about me?" He teased me.

"No. This means that I don't want to be connected with this."

"I think you care. But I'm going to act like you don't."

"I have to go now, my little lamb is waiting."

"Take care."

I destroyed that SIM card, right after hung up. I put on my mask and went back to Evan. He raised his head and I met his eyes. I recognized pain, tiredness and weakness, but in a few seconds he smiled at me, giving me fake emotions.

"You missed me that much?" He greeted me.

"Are you willing to speak today?" I replied calmly.

"I'm speaking, freak."

"The numbers now," I nudged him, still standing near the bag.

"Listen... I don't know what are you up to but l will pay you! My father is gonna pay you. You don't have to do this, man. I won't sue you, promise."

Still trying to buy me? I'm loyal to my clients.

"And you listen me. If you give me those numbers I can end your misery with one move. That's my offer," I replied.

"But you have got wrong person! I don't even know what numbers you want! My name's Clark, I work for my father's gardening company," he started to talk.

I knew two things from it. Firstly he was buying him some time, secondly he though that I would have been so dumb and believed him. But I admired his strength to resist.

"Your name is Evan Fong, 22 years old, billionaire. I think you need help with remembering."

After my words I push the table to the middle of the room. I started to tying the chains to the legs of that table, preparing it for his next torture.

"I'm no fucking Evan. You don't know me! I'm Clark... dude, trust me. Let me go," he whispered tiredly.

"You have no siblings, your best friend is Craig Thompson, you visit Sayers nightclub almost every day."

"You fucking spied on me? You're freak and a stalker!" He shouted.

I stood up after my work was done and I walked towards him. For a few seconds I spotted fear in his eyes, which was quickly changed for a resistance.

"One last time, those numbers."

"One last time, go fuck yourself," he replied with smirk.

I grabbed the chains which were holding him and started to untie him. I knew what was going to happen and I was ready for it. He punched me with all strength, once he sensed his chance, and tried to run away.

But fact number one. After two days being tortured you can't really ran that fast, even with adrenalin in your blood. Fact number two his legs weren't used for two days. And finally fact number three the door was locked.

I grabbed him, and even though he tried to defend himself, I threw him on the table, where after few minutes I tied him to that. He screamed, he tried to defend himself, but it wasn't enough.

"Still stubborn? I want just a code," I decided to be nice guy one more time.

He shut his eyes tightly and I spotted his tears. On my face appeared victorious smile. I knew he was slowly breaking inside.

Just a few more toys. He can't hold much longer. He just can't, he's not trained army guy.

I put the thin cloth on his face, grabbing the water I started waterboarding, the torture which was banned in my country.