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(Delirious POV)
I couldn't erase the smile from my face, while I was tying the ropes around our unconsciousness victim tightly, checking if everything was set.

"You look like a fucking child under the Christmas tree," Tyler joked with a good mood.

"My present is the sweetest one, don't ruin my moment," I replied.

Once everything was set, I checked if the room is really soundproof, and then closed the door behind him. Me and Tyler sat in the kitchen, eating the late night snack. I was so tired from all this hard work. I needed to sleep before I could have began with my interrogation.

"You sure you have everything?" He asked me between the bites.

"Yeah. I don't think he's going to survive this time. Just make sure Craig isn't going to scream for help. You need to be around him, now more then ever," I reminded him something I was sure he was well aware of.

"Don't worry, dude. We arranged a date for today. I should go get some fucking sleep."

I silently nodded, escorting him to the door.

"If anything happens, let me know, ok?" I asked without any emotions.

"Same to you. See ya."

After I closed the door behind him, and locked the door, I went straight to bed. It didn't last long for me to fell asleep.

When I opened my eyes again in the afternoon, fully awoken, I showered myself, ate a lunch, grabbed my mask, which I put on, and then head to Evan's new room.

I opened the door and walked in, noticing his appearance. His face was freshly wet, his eyes red and puffy from crying. He looked at me, and I noticed his body tensed. His eyes reflected so many emotions at once. Fears, doubts, uncertainty, worries, desperation. I knew at that time he was half broken, and to be honest I wasn't even surprise, I welcomed it.

"It's good to see you again," I welcomed him, and watched as he clenched his jaws, pressing his lips tightly together.

"We can make it quick. You know the question," I said.

"Suit yourself," I mumbled, when I hadn't heard any responses, only a silent sob escaped.

I walked towards the table, grabbing the tweezer, needle and some threads. Turning around I saw his widened eyes.

"No! No! No!" He shouted, and tried to get from the chains

It made me feel better about myself. That cocky, arrogant, selfish, rich Evan was already gone. Instead there was man with slight hopes, with no future ahead of him, with desperation written in his eyes. And it was me who made him.

It always fascinated me how people changed when they were in danger. How their mask of confidence fell, and at the end they were all the same, no matter of how rich or how good they were in life. Begging me to stop, begging me for mercy. And I never did.

"And I thought you lost the voice," I said emotionless.

"Don't fucking do this to me again! I hate you, I fucking hate you, you motherfucker!" He yelled at me with the new tears in his eyes.

If swearing and yelling is helping you, just go ahead.

"The numbers. I just want the numbers."

"Just tell me why are you doing this. I- I can pay you. Fucking hell dude listen..." I had enough his try of buying more time for him, I hadn't got time for his games.

I got on my knees, ripping his jeans on the left foot, revealing the wound from the bullet on his tight. He started to squirm around, trying to get out of his chains, but he was tied real good.

"Listen to me! Please! Don't do this, stop!" He yelled at me.

I looked up to him, not bothering hide my smile, even though he couldn't see it through my mask.

"What? You want to tell me something?" I asked slowly.

"Let's get this over with," he whispered with shaky tone.

He really think he's going to survive that long? Or maybe he wants to die. But I'm not merciful. He's going to suffer. Slowly and painfully.

"As you wish," I replied.

I put the tweezer into his fresh wound, hearing his scream of agony. Pulling out the bullet out of his tight I didn't hear anything. I looked up at him, seeing him unconscious. I silently chuckled. Once the bullet was out of his flesh, I used the needle and put him together. I didn't want him to bleed out, neither I wanted him to limp with bullet still in his legs. It wasn't something from my good personality, but they could somehow track me down by the bullet, once they would have found his lifeless body.

I decided to change my strategy. Seeing the physical torture wasn't doing anything I decided to do another trick. I knew it would have taken me longer then the torture but it wasn't that messy. His soul was half broken, now I needed only to complete my job.