"Arrrggghhh!".
An almost naked man shouted in agony.
Pain. Regret. Horror.
Those were the expressions on his tearful face.
"Arrrggghhh, please have mercy". The tortured man cried out.
In the dusty room, a middle-aged man was tried on a wooden chair.
His hands were tied tightly to the back of the seat, and his legs were tied each on the sides of the chair stand, so tightly that you would think his blood might start squirting out of his swollen legs.
There was another man, dressed in black, behind the tortured man. He held a blood-stained needle. The man had a face that tells more about him than the man would. On his face is a scar line, from the way the scar is on his face, one would guess that it was from a knife as it had a very sharp, precise, and straight line which meant that the person who gave him that scar was a skilled fighter, who either wanted to kill him with the blow or disfigure him. Well, the person achieved the latter.
The scar draws from the midpoint of his forehead, slanting between his nose and eye, down to his cheek, on the left side of his face. That not only made him look unapproachable but also made him not able to mix in with the crowd as his appearance made him well-distinguished, negatively though.
The scar face man looked up at his boss, waiting for a command as the needle in his hand dripped blood.
A tall man who had silky jet-black hair that wouldn't be considered long or short looked so majestic that he shouldn't even be seen in that dusty room as it didn't suit his appearance and didn't paint a good picture.
The tall man dressed in a black tailored suit had a chiseled jawline which was one of his most attractive features as it made him look masculine to the bone.
He had a flat-faced expression as he stared at the tortured man with his hands in his pockets like nothing out of the ordinary was going on in that dusty room or seeing the middle-aged man in that situation was supposed to be normal. His eyes held no emotions, or at least didn't show any.
"Are you ready to talk now?".
His deep voice echoed in the room.
"I have said everything I know, please let me go, Mr. Calvin, please believe me".
The tortured man said with uneven breaths.
"Where did you siphon the money to?". He asked again, ignoring all that the man had said.
"I am not with the money". The tortured man cried.
"Ryker, go ahead".
Calvin said, signaling to the Scarface man to continue the torture.
"AHH! No, no, no, that's all I know, I promise, that's all I know, please let me go…, Arrrggghhhh!".
The man begged and exclaimed in pain as the needle was being pierced into the under skin of his fingernails, where there were already small holes dripping with blood from where the needle was inserted minutes ago.
Calvin looked at the black watch on his wrist and furrowed his brows.
"Five more seconds, if you don't talk, you will be dead".
"I am telling the truth, Mr. Adams knows the whereabouts of the money and I don't know where he is, my work was to send the company's slush funds to a private account he provided, and he took care of the rest, I do not know…,".
"Time's up".
Following that short sentence was a scream of pain.
"Ahhhhhhhh!".
The tortured man exclaimed in pain and fear.
The man's speech was cut short as he screamed in pain. His neck was squirting out blood.
Calvin had slashed on the lateral side of the tortured man's neck, where the external carotid artery that transports oxygen-rich blood to the head, face, and neck is found, leaving him bleeding in a "spring-like" manner, with a silver-shining short blade that looked so sharp, it could slice through a paper that is floating in the air.
The scar face man himself, who had seen and witnessed numerous murders, was still stunned by how fast and precise that was.
His boss keeps shocking him every time a situation like this comes up with a different style of killing.
That was faster than he could turn his neck.
"You know what to do".
"Yes, boss".
Ryker answered in a light voice, the total opposite of what you had thought he would sound like.
Calvin walked out of the dusty room fast like he couldn't stand a second of being there again.
"Hel… He… Hell pp meeee".
The man begged as he was struggling for his life.
Ryker just stared at him with a flat face, waiting for him to die.
Calvin came out of the abandoned building with his phone in his ears.
There were two cars outside, one was black and the other was gray.
He walked towards the brand new shiny, luxurious-looking car glowing under the afternoon sunlight.
"Alex, any news about Mr. Adam's whereabouts?". He asked, halting in front of the door of the back passenger seat.
"No sir". The person on the line replied.
"No progress?".
"From the information gathered sir, It's possible that Mr. Adams betrayed Mr. Shaffer and ran away with the money they embezzled together, I don't think you would get anything from Mr. Shaffer as Mr. Adams hid his…,".
"I know about all of that, just keep on tracking him".
"Will do, boss".
Calvin entered the car and hung up the call.
The inside of the car was completely gray-colored, with some spots black.
As he entered inside, he took in a deep breath, closed his eyes, and laid his head back on the headrest of the car. His adams apple in full view.
He was exhausted, it had been a month now, and still, yet he had not recovered the money that was embezzled from the company. He had turned his contact phone off as he would rather not communicate with anyone in his family, especially his father after the appointment ceremony.
The fact that he had been trying to recover this money for weeks now without making any progress, shows that one of the opposition families was supporting this, but who could it be?
'Is it the Raynott's or the Nithercott's doing? It can't be the Whitlock, at least for now'.
He thought to himself.
He needed to settle this matter fast to show his father that he was capable of handling the company by himself.
"Can I move now? Sir".
The young man in the driver's seat asked as he didn't hear any word from his boss signaling him to do so for two minutes now, but didn't turn his face to the back seat, looking straightforward, ready for any command.
"Yes, you can".
Calvin answered with his eyes still closed.