Grimwald

[Warning : Slight torture ahead. Read at your own risk]

"Why?" was the only thing that came out from Brad's mouth as he saw Mark staring at him with indifference written all over his face.

Mark ignored his question and calmly asked instead, "You tell me, WHY? Why infiltrate this country's Defense Department?"

Brad zipped his mouth in response as his expressions were saying - 'You can't threaten me with my brother to tell you such things. He will eventually be killed if I open my mouth'.

Mark understood in a glance what his expressions were trying to convey. His lips curved in an indifferent smile as he took out the dagger earlier dropped by Brad.

"Now, I know you must be immune to torture. But the question is, for how long?" asked Mark as he played with blade of the dagger.

His words were not even fully registered in Brad's mind when suddenly in the blink of an eye the dagger was pierced through his left thigh, slightly above the knee.

It happened so fast that Brad was unable to comprehend what exactly happened.

After looking at his own blood which splattered through his thigh, on to the ground did he get to know that his torture which was inevitable, has finally come.

The pain that shot through his leg was excruciating but Brad - the spy was trained for such torture. The only thing he didn't know was, this was only the beginning.

Mark saw his torture subject gritting his teeth and clenching his fists with pain but not making a single sound with calmness as if he was just watching a movie.

Then he realized, this level of torture was not going to suffice for a trained person like this spy. Thus, he made a call through his cell phone and only said three words to the person on the other end, "Bring it in", and kept his cell phone in his jeans pocket.

As soon as Brad heard the order on the call, he had a sense of foreboding that next to come was going to be a lot hellish than anything else he has seen in his whole life.

And it was proven to be true as the door to the current chambers in the basement was opened and in walked a old man in his mid forties wearing a butler uniform, having a stoic face and straight posture.

What looked dreadful was the glass case he was carrying in his hands in which there were hissing reptiles lying languidly, around three to four feet in length each, coiled and ready to attack.

'Snakes! F*ck!' were the thoughts came in Brad's mind as he saw the butler place the case on a nearby table and stood there after slightly bowing to his master saying, "It's here, Master".

Mark slightly hummed in response and stood up from the chair as he talked to Brad without any ounce of mercy, "While I was earlier researching on you, I also found your interesting traumatic experience with snakes.

I see, Ophidiophobia - fear of snakes, you were bitten by a snake when you were only around four years old", hearing Mark's words, Brad face became as white as a sheet of paper.

Even though he was trying his utmost best to keep himself sane, his body was involuntarily trembling and his teeth started chattering, as mental torture exploiting the subject's weakness was far more effective than the physical one.

"H.. Ho.... Ho... How did y... you know this?" asked Brad with heavy stuttering voice.

Mark smirked after hearing the pitiful person's question and replied, "I will take that as a compliment from you. Though it took some time to dig into your past as it seems it was meticulously wiped out from everywhere.

But you see, nothing in this world can stay hidden for long. Someone, someday will dig out everything about a person.

Now, are you going to talk or should we play with our new friends in the room?" asked Mark pointing his chin towards the snakes in the case.

But to his surprise, Brad gritted his teeth and pursed his lips as if he was bracing himself for the impact of further torture.

The dagger was still there pierced in his leg which was gripped by Mark and was pulled out as slowly as possible, making blood flow even more fiercely.

It didn't stop there, as Mark gave a look to his butler, and the later immediately understood what his Master wanted.

The Butler picked the case carefully and placed it near the chair on which Brad was tied to.

All this while Brad's face became pale with fear as his heartbeat skyrocketed seeing the case full of snakes near his legs.

But alas! He still kept his mouth closed, even in front of his worst nightmare.

Mark gave the dagger to his butler, which was used to free Brad's right leg which was wounded earlier by Mark through the bullet.

"Don't worry Mr. brad, they are not poisonous. You won't die by their bites. But its surely gonna hurt a lot.

Well, that is the price you will have to pay for not answering my questions" threatened Mark ruthlessly.

The Butler looked at his Master for the last time and proceeded to open the glass case from above and held Brad's leg over the case.

What happened next was shocking! At the last moment, an international spy, trained for espionage and assassination, succumbed to his fears and shouted -

"It was for revenge! Stop! Don't do that! I will talk".

Mark ordered his butler to stop and said "See. That wasn't so difficult. We should've done that from the beginning. Now speak! What revenge?"

Mark's slightly playful aura completely vanished and was replaced by his authoritative one.

Brad started disclosing, "A few months ago, some unknown group of people sabotaged one of our main facilities in Europe".

Mark clenched his fists as soon as he heard his first statement 'Sh*t! Its really happening. They are here for that incident'.

Ignorant of Mark's thoughts, Brad continued,

"We weren't able to identify the perpetrators, however, one of the perpetrators died and his dead body was left in the destroyed facility because of which we were able to conclude his nationality, which was this country.

After various discussions it came to our knowledge that it was a black ops mission, simply said, an unsanctioned operation carried on a foreign soil, probably by a secret organization, private or government maybe.

Thus, my mission was to infiltrate the Defense Department of this country and look for the information on the group which was operating in Europe at that time.

I know nothing else. I'm only an espionage specialist. I don't really involve myself into other matters of the... ".

His voice trailed off at the end when he realized he almost gave away the name of employer.

Mark studied his face for quite a while before smiling dangerously at the spy in front of him and continued his sentence -

"Of? Of whom Mr. Brad?"

Since the person zipped his mouth, not answering the question, Mark's next words gave him his biggest fright,

"Am I right, if I say 'Grimwald'?"

Brad's eyes widened and his mouth was left open into big terrorizing 'O' as soon as he heard the most dreaded name.