A man down II

"Since my mind can't behave," she muttered. She got up from the bed, reached her wardrobe, packed a few things. She changed into something casual then made her way back to the hospital.

It was for the better, she concluded. She could rest there too, not as if her grandma was awake yet that she needed to cater for her.

She had her music toned to the highest, her headphones firmly clinged to her ear, she sat on the train as she headed to the hospital.

*** Dennis at Franks secret dungeon***

Dennis stepped into the shabby abandoned warehouse. He was familiar with that place but for the past one year, he had not come to this odious place. It was quite unfortunate that it was his dear Theodore’s death that took him back to his old life.

He wore a complete black perfectly fitted suit, his hair brushed backwards. His anger was evident, he clenched his teeth as his blue eyes darkened.

His two hands was in his pocket, he walked majestically and with calculated steps. He walked in as a sudden wave of fury filled the large way house. With each step he took was an audible squish of his shoe which created attention.

He reached the entrance that would lead to where their hostage was kept, a hefty man who stood by the entrance fully armed now opened for him.

He stepped in, this time his pace a lot slower. The room was cruelly built, two petite windows which was inserted way above the usual window position.

He entered as he saw two other men who were definitely frank's men. He almost immediately now sighted frank before a large metal table where multitude of torture weapons were arrayed in a catchy pattern.

Just behind the table was their victim, didn't look like he ever met the man. He was cuffed both legs and hands to a stationed iron chair. 

Dennis thought the man having his ass seated on a chair was nothing but kindness. He could be hanging face down for all he cared. He looked like he had been tortured, his eyes swollen, battered and red, his nose looked broken, and he noticed his pinky finger was missing from his right hand.  This view would only be right if he was caught in a rubbery or something of sort, but for having a connection with Theodore's death or even crossing him at all would only be seen as equal in his death and nothing less.

Frank looked up to him for the first time since he entered.

"welcome to the party," he said. Dennis got closer to him noticing him pick the tool that looked like a plier. This was a torture extraction tool and he knew what he wanted to do with it.

"What do you have so far?" Dennis asked.

"Nothing, he is proving strong headed,"  Frank said.

“But with time, I will break him,” he added.

“What did you find on him?” Dennis proceeded to enquire.