CHAPTER 252: REVELATION 2

IN A SECLUDED BUILDING.

A certain man was screaming, bellowing, shouting and snoring in agony at the end of his lungs for the forgiveness of whatever he had done to the people who were torturing him right now just to be able to be spared.

Three pairs of eyes were glaring at her mercilessly.

Two pairs were deep red with furry probably from the use of drugs while one pair was deep brown with a malicious smile on the face.

Two huge and masculine men have tasked to torture the already weak man and the other one was a lady who was wearing a dark coat with a mask but her eyes were naked hence people could see them.

"Why didn't you report?" The lady glared at the man still not that annoyed. She was of course a scheming woman.

Indeed, she was happy with how the events changed in her favour.

'I will make sure Blessing finds out bout her fake mother, hahaha! But I won't let her know her real parents yet, hahaha! It will be fun! I will make sure that Sandra confesses but of course, she will tell the girl that she has no parents! Hahaha! Can't wait for the main drama! Brother, you will kill yourself if you find all of this!' She thought leisurely while gazing at the man.

But the man was already tired of this torture and didn't care about them all.

It had been a whole year now since these evil people put him in this dungeon for a reason which was not clear yet.

All this while, these people had been torturing him endlessly and without mercy at all. The lady was the one who always ordered while the men didn't hesitate but followed her orders without batting an eye.

He could remember that morning when he was heading to his workplace when one of the men appeared from nowhere and kidnapped her and since then, he had never seen his family again. 

He was sure as he was not that able financially, his family might have been looking at him for a long while and just decided to give up on him. Maybe they already believed that he was long gone but indeed that was not the case.

He also remembered how these two men used to stalk him for a long time before they kidnapped him.

But each time he felt their presence, they could just disappear. But all that while, he had been ignorant assuming that maybe he was hallucinating. How he wished he would have known their plan. But all of that was only a dream.

And by their evil look, it seemed like they didn't want him dead yet.

Because as much as they tortured him, they also were careful with the delicate parts of the human body.

Each time they appeared from the little shabby door, the woman would always be behind them to give commands.

Right now, the man was in a bad situation. His whole body was tattered red.

He was sitting in a corner gazing lazily at the ground as his head was bent down while drooling.

His upper body was naked showing his slim little muscles.

That was the indication of how much he had suffered in the hands of these unknown people and each time they came, they would ask him the same question. But when he would not answer, his punishment was always the hot iron rod which would them be allowed to come in contact with his poor upper naked body.

His jeans which he thanked his stars to be left intact, had dark spots. That was were spots of blood which had decolourised. 

The whole place was shabby. The room was tiny and contained harmful equipment that if he made any step to move from the corner which was the only safe place, he would injure himself in every part of his body. That was if he was able to break through from the chains which were tied around his legs and then tied even further with a padlock.

Earlier when he was brought here, he tried to fight the chains but each time he moved forward using his hands which were not tied, he would be injured more.  Worse of it all, the chains were like vibrators, which could draw him back to where he was earlier.

His legs where the chains were tied were dark because of how tight the chains were. They had consumed his stack that he was sure by the time he was released and if that happened, his legs would need to be amputated.

He had tried several times until he finally was tired and gave up by the torture he was giving himself and finally, just sat back and just waited for his fate.

The room was planted with nails which shocked the man. The nails' sharper side was facing the open ceiling of the little room which made it even hard for the man.

If he moved forward with his free hands, he only landed on the sharp nails and then screamed until his last voice. Which motivated him to give up and now here he is, desperately waiting for his death because he did realize a long time ago that he would not be able to escape these hooligans.

"I am talking to you!" The woman's voice roared in the secluded room which made the man freeze in shock.

"I-I don't...don't know w-what...you are talking about my lady" That was his response always.

He was finally relieved to see that he was able to talk through in a whisper and now he was prepared for what the men would do psychologically because that was what they always do when he blurted out his chorus.

"In the year two thousand, July date twenty-six, where were you?" 

What? That information made him snap his lazy head up in shock.