Chapter 163: Men's Talk
1375words
The door was unlocked and pulled open by the bulky guy that had been waiting there for him to come and deal with the man, he glanced at the many torturing devices that were hanged on the wall at the entrance and didn't spared a second to observe it before raising his hand to pick the whip that was laced with thorns and nails, it was obvious that just a single slap of it on the body would cause tear, he also pick the baton beside it and went to sit on the chair that was place in front of the unconscious man.
Oliver was held upside down by the leg with a long sturdy rope, the rope was tight enough to cut off all blood circulation and the spot had become swollen, he had been stripped of all his clothes and had several cuts on his body that was sticky with grime and sweat.
The man opened the door forward to pour a bucket of water on him but he stopped when Alexander glanced at him, he immediately knew that he didn't want him to do that. Almost every single man in the gang knew the meaning of subtle languages, after they spent years working for him before he decided to stop involving himself in the activities of the gang because of his wife and kids.
Alexander threw the whip at the man and the man held it before nodding his head in understanding before turning and whipping the man with the whip making sure to drag the nails and thorns across his body, the spot immediately tore and blood started seeping through the wound and down his back.
Another hit made Oliver become conscious with a loud scream of pain and agony falling from his lips, his eyes wide open and teary from the pain.
The man continued in his ministry when Alexander didn't tell him to stop, Oliver continued screaming out loud, his screams were loud enough to be heard outside of the building but the room had been soundproofed.
The torture went for ten more minutes that seems like an eternity to Oliver, his whole body was torn in different places and his blood had stained a large part of the floor.
Alexander cleared his throat and the man stopped immediately, Oliver was breathing heavily but his voice was hoarse and almost inaudible because of all the screaming he had been doing since Alexander came in. The men had been torturing him but didn't let him die, they just him till he is unconscious and let him wake up before beginning the torture all over again.
His unfocused eyes started focusing on his surroundings and even though it was hard because he is tied upside down he managed to figure out that he is still in the god awful place where torture is the only food on the menu, he only managed to get some water when they pour some in him to snap him out of his daze.
His eyes focused on the man that was sitting on the chair in front of him and it took him a while to know that it was Alexander sitting there, he wondered how long he had been there, staring at him in his misery.
'Hi," Alexander said simply and Oliver scoffed in disbelief.
'What the hell are you doing?" Oliver asked and Alexander just kept staring at him.
'Why did you try to shoot Andrea?" He asked and Oliver smirked.
'What do you think? I did it for the fun of it, too bad your damn wife had to cover her with her body, if I knew that would happen, I would have aimed for a vital spot that would send her to hell immediately," He said pushing himself forward only to find himself swinging because of the rope used to tie him and groaning in pain because of the many wounds on his body.
'I am giving you another chance to rethink your answer," Alexander said but Oliver only scoffed at him once again.
'Do you happen to be deaf? I think not. You just have some trouble comprehending my words, okay, I would do you a favor and repeat it again. I fucking want to kill that kid of yours, she is both you and Sapphire's pride, and that twin of hers, too bad we were not able to get the both of them, you brought them up smart, I have to give you guys that." He said and started laughing maniacally, Alexander continued staring at him blankly, not finding his behavior amusing or annoying. He was only able to detect that Oliver didn't know the truth about Heather and Miranda, the idiot would have gone on and on about it if he had been part of the plan.
Heather turned out to be a formidable and worthy foe, he is going to have fun dealing with her, she is up to some big plan, and he had already found out that she is part of a big organization. The tattoo that was on her waist was the symbol of the organization and it happened to be a group heavily involved with all illegal activities to ever exist, their leader remained unknown and undetected. Heather is the right hand of the boss while Jessica is the face, the boss only lurked in the shadow.
'I gave you a chance Oliver, and you fuck it up. I needed to relieve my tension and I wanted to find another reason to use you except the fact you tried to kill my daughter and shoot my kid. And you just provided it, you are annoying." Alexander said and stood up, he walked to Oliver in large strides.
Oliver eyed the baton in the man's hand warily, he started bracing himself emotionally and physically for the hit, it definitely wouldn't be as bad as the whip but it would hurt nonetheless.
To his surprise, Alexander held his feet when he was there and raised his toes up. He was about to say something in mockery when Alexander removed a metal case lighter from his pocket, making his eyes widen in fear.
He snapped open the lighter and let out an evil smirk at Oliver before clipping at his toe nail with the lighter, making him scream out loud in pain and deep agony.
Alexander continued clipping at his toe with a bored expression while Oliver continued screaming his lungs out, the man standing behind them wondered how on earth the man can keep his face straight when doing something like this, no annoyance, no disgust, no craze.
'I take it back, I am sorry for doing that! I won't shoot your kid or wife again!" He screamed at the top of his lungs, it only intensified because Alexander chose that moment to break a bone.
'You won't have the chance again, Oliver," He said dryly and continued his art. He left Oliver when he was done and the man was left with broken toes and no toe nails, he was breathing heavily and his hair clinging to his forehead. ‘Sapphire was right. The world won't miss you but I am not quite ready to kill you, so this would have to do." Alexander said and hit him on the head with the baton three times, rendering the man unconscious, he went limp and was dangling.
The man was waiting with a bowl filled with water and a handkerchief, he cleaned his hand and went out of the room with the man following him.
'Get him to the hospital and get a report back to me as soon as possible."
'Yes sir." The man said as he watched Alexander walk away, his hand in his pocket and a face that revealed none of the things he just did.
Three hours later in Sapphire's ward, Alexander got a message that Oliver had slipped into coma, the doctor said that he is not waking up anytime soon and Alexander nodded in satisfaction.
That is good too.
