Evan's pov contd
A knock on the door interrupted his actions before he could cut my face with that knife. I did not know how much time I had gained, but for now I took a breath of relief.
"What is it?" he shouted in utter annoyance that he was being disturbed while he was enjoying torturing me. But instead of a reply, another knock was sounded.
He looked at the guard that was standing behind him who nodded and went to open the door. But his haughty expressions took a 180 degree change as his face paled and filled with sweat when he saw a man entering the room.
The man was well dressed with a proud smirk on his face. He was a tall man, though shorter than me with a 2 inch, fair face. He had brown hair that was combed back many times from his hands, which was giving him a wild look and brown eyes. He was looking for wealth by the diamond cufflinks and expensive suits. His shoes were shining as if they had never touched the muddy surface.
