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(Delirious POV)
I threw the shovel into the back of my van. I felt exhausted, but at the same time knowing it was the last piece of her I was burring made me feel better. It was really hard to chop her body and pick the right places to scatter it.

I didn't know how this all happened. The first minute she was under me, moaning, begging me to fuck her, the second she was running away. And the moment I caught up with her, seeing her free my victim I thought I was going to kill everybody.

He is mine.

I returned home, when my phone vibrated. I looked down to see MMS from Tyler. I inspected it to see the photo of Craig. His hands tied up, blindfolded, lying in the bed.

T: This bitch is completely mine. Jealous?

I rolled my eyes, putting my phone back to my jeans. I made myself a late night snack, and right than I put my mask back on, walking downstairs to check upon Evan. Opening the door I knew something was wrong. He was gone. I stopped moving, my heart stopped beating, the world around me start spinning.

I walked into the room, checking the chains which were on the ground. It stroke me immediately.

That fucking bitch had to helped him before I grabbed her. He couldn't have ran away, it was locked, and I got the keys. So he's still here, he must be. Oh, you're going to taste my furious side.

"Where are you?" I shouted, grabbing the chains into my hands.

I knew I had to find him eventually. This house wasn't that big for him to hide eternally. I just couldn't believe that one girl could have destroyed my plan. But I lost my will to be the good guy. I needed the numbers and I was going to get them.

"Listen here, Evan. You don't have many options. Both of us know that I'm going to find you, sooner or later. You can go out of your hiding spot, and I won't be that rough on you, or you can wait till I find you, playing hide and seek with me, but once I find you..."

I was speaking, while trying to find him. I was looking at every closet, every room I could see. I heard some noise in the kitchen.

Running downstairs I saw him trying to open in panic the main door. I walked to him, dragging him with me. He tried to defend himself, struggling, with some adrenalin and new courage running through his veins. But I was furious, and much more stronger then him in that state.

I got him into his room again, tying him tighter then before. Not minding his hiss of pain. But I had enough. Of his games, of him, of the problems which was coming.

"Tell me the fucking numbers, and tell me them now!" I growled at him, hitting him into the face.

He shut his eyes, refusing to speak. I grabbed his lower jaw by my right hand, pulling the phone with my other hand.

"Look at this, you fucker. Look at this!" I shouted, showing him the photo of tied Craig.

I lost my patient with him. Everything was taking so long. I've never had a single problem with any contracts but him.

He opened his eyes which quickly widened in fears and worries.

"What did you do to him?" He asked firmly.

"You want him to die? His blood on your hands? Tell me those numbers!"

He sighed, new tears streaming down on his face.

"The numbers!" I screamed at him, hitting him again.

"Release Craig. Let him go, and then I'm telling you the numbers," he said, spitting the blood on the ground.

"You're giving me some options? You?"

"Please," he whispered desperately.

"Fine, I'll let him go."

I put the phone to my ear, faking the call to Tyler.

"Release him," I said, then acting like I turned the phone call off.

"Now the numbers," I stated to my victim.

"2,9,1,2,0,0,5,2,0,1,4."

I wrote them down even though I frowned, still being uncertain about this whole thing. I knew he had lied to me before.

"Wasn't that easy?" I tried to get his mind to think about anything else to ask him the same question.

"What happened to that girl?" He asked.

"She's on better place right now, tell me those numbers again."

"2,9,1,2,0,0,5,2,0,1,4."

I smiled like an insane person, even though he couldn't see it. I couldn't believe it.

After so long he finally broke down. Why didn't I kidnaped Craig instead? Everything would be much easier.

I walked away, calling Tyler. He picked it up after a few seconds.

"Sup?"

"Tyler, I got it. Grab pencil or anything, he finally said it."