⚠️WARNING⚠️

This chapter contains scenes (torture/abuse) that might upset some readers. Read at your own risks.

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"I won't tell you anything." Paul said and started laughing for nothing. Alexander clenched his fist in anger.

'Calm down, you can't lose control now that Aria is here...' He said to himself in his head. After around a minute of calming himself, he sighed and said to Aria and Caroline, "Can you both wait for me in the living room? Or if you want, Have a tour around, It's completely safe."

They nodded and left him alone with Paul. "Sending away your girlfriend because you're scared that she might leave you after what you're about to do?" Paul asked, grinning.

"It's good that you know what I'm about to do to you." Alexander spoke and smirked at him.

Paul was scared, terrified deep down but he kept on showing a strong and confident face.

"Do whatever you have to. I won't ever speak." He swore which Alexander took as a challenge.

"You'll speak. That's my promise to you." Alexander said with a challenging tone.

"We'll see." Paul grinned at him, showing his yellowish teeth.

"Brent." Alexander called to the person who was standing right beside the door.

"Yes boss?" Brent asked, professionally.

"Bring me all the torture weapons that we have." Alexander ordered.

Brent was confused so he asked, "all?"

"Yes, all. Is there aproblem?" Alexander raised an eyebrow at him.

Brent instantly shook his head, "no problem at all,boss. I'm bringing them right away."

"You're gonna torture me to get the truth out from me? Pathetic-- who are you really anyway? What is this place? How dare you kidnap me! Do you even know who I am?" Paul asked furiously.

Alexander smirked at him, "I don't care who you are, and about who I am, you're about to find that out."

After a few seconds, Brent came back holding a tablet. He handed the tablet to Alexander and said, "All have been unlocked, you just have to type the pass--"

He was cut off by Alexander who grabbed the tablet from him. "You can leave."

Brent nodded before leaving. Alexander typed something on the tablet and the wall to his right parted, revealing around a lot of weapons.

Paul's eyes fell on the weapons and widened. "Y-you a-are going to use those on m-m-me?" He stuttered, scared.

"Smart much." Alexander said sarcastically and walked towards the weapons.

He took a sharp knife and a metallic belt. He heated both the knife and the belt before walking towards Paul.

"Y-you are not g-going to use that on m-me." Paul said, his body was shivering.

"Of course I am." Alexander responded to him before calling someone, "Brandon."

"Yes boss?" A man appeared out of nowhere and asked. "Strip him. Leave him only in his boxers." Alexander ordered.

Without asking or saying anything further, Brandon only nodded and walked towards the chained Paul and did what he was asked to.

Paul struggled a lot but in vain. The chains were preventing any huge movements from his side. Brandon didn't untie his buttons, he ripped the shirt from him as well as his pants.

"You may leave." Alexander said as soon as Brandon was done. He nodded and went back where he was.

"So, How about you tell me a little about the person you work for?" Alexander asked calmly, while playing with the edge of the knife he was holding.

"Never!" Paul was stubborn. His life was on the verge of ending yet, he wanted to play the big bad guy.

"As you wish. Sooner or later, you'll speak anyway." Saying that, Alexander dug the knife in his thighs.

He screamed in pain. Blood was flowing from his thighs but Alexander couldn't care less. He didn't stop. He stabbed the knife in his left thighs to which resulted in another scream from him.

"Keep it down- you'll turn me deaf." Alexander said coldly.

"Bastard!",Paul shouted, at the same time he was crying. The pain was unbearable.

"The worst is yet to come. Either you speak or-" He stopped and pointed to all the weapons on the wall before continuing, "have a taste of my every toy there."

Paul's throat was dried up. Tears was falling from his eyes but still, he refused, "I won't ever tell you! They'll come and save me soon. Then I'll torture you so much that you'll beg me to kill you. Mark my words."

"We'll see who begs who to kill who." Alexander smirked at him and heated the belt once more. After he was done, he hit Paul with it, with all his force.

Paul screamed in pain again. It was painting and on top of that, it was burning as it was hot. Paul was bleeding. His skin was ripped open.

"Speak." Alexander ordered but he refused again, "N-n-never!"

"You wish." Alexander hit him again and again until his body was filled with scars, blood and burned marks.

"Want more?" Alexander was enjoying this a lot. He never wanted to end this but he had to. He wasn't about to let this man die anytime soon.

"I won't s-say anything." Paul spoke breathlessly. His eyes were red and filled with tears.

Alexander took the knife and stabbed it in his cheek. He screamed on the top of his lungs.

"S-stop--i wi-will sp-speak." He finally gave up. Alexander smirked in triumph, "Now, that wasn't so hard, was it?"

Alexander pulled out the knife from his cheeks and he yelled in pain again.

"On-e d-ay you'll go thro-u-gh what -you've giv-en me an-d tr-ust me, it will be mu-ch w-or-se! I'll per-son-ally s-ee to it!" Paul said angrily. He was having some trouble to speak because of his cheek.

"Will you tell me what I need to know or should I continue?" Alexander asked, in an annoyed tone.

"I work for R-Russell-" Paul confessed.