Jackson's POV

I struggle to open my eyes, "Wake up!" I hear. The back of my neck still stings a bit from the shock. I finally lift up my head and force my eyes open, the light that's pointed at me, blinds me. I open my eyes again and they adjust, a man's face comes into view. He has my wallet in his hand, fuck.

"Jackson Wang." He says. A laugh breaks through his chapped lips, a bit of saliva falling on his bottom lip. "I know your father!" He laughs even harder, fuck! He then smiles, "Your father was part of the Chinese Mafia, then you all moved to Korea.. and he works with Du Bongju, that bag of dirt that stays out of everything."

"And you?" He rubs his chin, he points to the table behind him. All my equipment is on there, well... the equipment that I'm authorized to carry on my person at all times. "I've never taken so many guns and knives off someone's body before." He then sets a hand on my chair and brings his face in front of mine. "Are you the fucken Boogeyman?" He asks me, and I almost laugh.

"You're lucky I'm not," I say firmly, the corner of his lips twitched. "Do you know anything about Lalisa Manoban?" He asks me.

"Ah, Chuan Juntasa, you think she was with me??" I say teasing him a bit, but he doesn't seem surprised, I don't expect him to be. He then laughs and pulls out a knife, pressing it to my neck. I don't move or flinch, I've made an oath that I'd die for the WPP company. I'm not going to give any sort of information to him.

"Don't fuck with me, or I'll fuck with your girl." I then gulp and my mouth goes dry. He smiles, I keep my breathing regular. He stands up, examining the knife. "You have quite a past with losing your girls, don't you?" I just look at him.

He's obviously done his research, he's trying to faze me.

"Who do you work for?" He says calmly. He's going to break, I know... he's short-tempered. Most Mafia leaders are. 5. 4. 3. 2. "WHO DO YOU WORK FOR!?" He yells, I try not to laugh when I get it right. "I know you're some type of agent, you work for some sort of organization. No random fucken guy walks around with this many guns and knives on him, on a daily bases."

"Especially seeing the way you took down my men, is ridiculous." He smiles, "Unless, you're trying to keep someone safe." He drops his arms, pointing the tip of the knife down towards the cement floor. "You weren't that far from home.. were you?"

I start to analyze my chances of escape, I twist my wrists and they're not very tight. My eyes quickly scanning the room and I watch his posture. He shouldn't be too hard to take down, but he might call his men. I can take them, as long as I get to my equipment. Easy.

I steady my arms as I begin to get my hands untied. They didn't even tie my legs, the wrong choice. When my hands are loose enough, I slide the rope off my wrists and into my hand as I grip onto it, and get ready to attack. When he's close enough, I kick him in the gut.

He stumbles for a few seconds, then comes for me. I stand up, jumping and bringing my hands and the rope forward. He now has the knife in a defensive position, pointed at me.

He looks surprised, probably a first that his hostage has gotten free. He even looks a little scared. He does a stupid tactic where he lunges forward, then back, he can't seem to make up his mind. I just stand still and wait for him to come close enough. He finally does a full lung and I wrap the rope around his wrist so that I have control of it.

I use the side of my fist to hit his hand so that he drops the knife. He lets it go and I get around his body and bring his arm behind his back. I'm able to grab one of my guns and I point it to the back of his head. "Forget I was ever here," I whisper to him, he just laughs. I pull the trigger of the gun, only to have it make a clink sound. Fuck. They've taken the mag out of the damn guns, which means, no bullets.

"You think we're that stupid to leave loaded fucking weapons in the room with you?" He laughs. In seconds his men run over and grab me, I fight all of them until a shocking sensation attacks my neck and I'm knocked out once again.

**

"WHERE IS SHE JACKSON!?" He yells before he dips my head into the barrel of water. I hold my breath and wait for him to decide that he's going to ask me the same question for the hundredth time, that I refuse to answer. I hear him cuss. "FUCK! Take him out of the fucken water." I'm taken out of the water and I simply exhale and take in a breath.

They've been dunking me in the water for the past hour, over and over again. My hair is everywhere because the gel has been washed away. I might as well grow gills from how many times they dunked me in the water.

"I know you're a fucken professional! Anyone would have cracked already!" He yells in frustration. I just stare at him. He then has some sort of whip in his hand.

I grip the cuffs that are around my wrists and my arms are behind my back. I adjust my stance, though my ankles are also cuffed. They use a blade to cut off my shirt. Instantly I feel the leather smack my back with great force.

Scratch that.

It's not even leather, much more like a sort of tree material that tears my skin instantly. I clench my teeth as I feel my blood running down my back. He does his several times, making my legs go weak. I'm already losing a lot of blood. I force myself not to react. I then hear the whip being thrown on the floor.

"Strap him down!" He exclaims in frustration with me. They undo the cuffs on my ankles and wrists, and walk me over to a table. I follow them and let them strap me down. I'm doing this so that Namjoon and the rest of the team have time to think of a new plan.

They strap me to an adjustable metal table that's pulled in a vertical position. They push me against it and strap my arms then my legs before the table is adjusted to a flat position and I'm on my back. My cuts sting against the cold metal of the table.

He leans over my face, "Now, Jackson.. tell us, where she is." I just stare up at the ceiling. "You're a tuff one, aren't you?" He asks as he lightly slaps my cheek. "It's okay.. we'll break you.. and you'll tell us." I clench my jaw and say nothing, he just smiles. I've been standing my ground for the last three hours, I know it's been three hours because I've been counting seconds and minutes in my head.

They press on sticky circles, connected to wires, on my stomach, temples, and chest. I ball my fists, waiting for the shock. "20 Volts." One of his men says before I grit my teeth and take the electrocution. The electrocution hurt a little more because my body is damp. "Where is LALISA!?" He yells. I could easily say that I don't know, but he could already guess that I know. I'm sure he's not that stupid to believe that I'm going to tell him, that he'll so call 'break' me.

Fat chance.

Logically, a human can take 100 Volts, and 100,000 Volts, they'd be electrocuted to death. If this is how I die, I at least know that I've done my job and I didn't betray my company.

"Go 50 Volts," Chuan says with a straight face. I hear two clicks of the operator before painful shocks run through my body, making me shake viciously. I clench my abs as I hold my breath until the shock goes away, my teeth feel like they're going to break off from how hard I've been clinching them. When the pain goes away, I let out a breath and quickly inhale. "Go 80 Volts," Chuan says.

I hear the click, then my body stiffens and I hold onto the straps even tighter. I feel the veins in my neck popping out as I hold my breath, my head throbbing. Finally, the pain stops and I breathe harshly, followed by groans of pain. It went on, 85v, 90v, 95v, 100v, until they finally stopped.

From what I can see, I'm lucky that the machine only goes up to 100v. I'm sure they would have killed me right here. "Let's do something more entertaining, shall we?" Chuan asks. The men then pull off the sticky circles off my body.

"Get the rat." He says. My heart starts to pound, the rat torture tactic, a person can surely die from the rat tactic. The rat is put on top of you, inside a metal bowl. A person then applies heat to the metal bowl, causing it to get hot for the rat. The rat then starts to scratch and tear through your skin, burrowing inside you where they can get away from the heat. And if the rat was starved, they eat your intestines. Pretty brutal.

My mouth goes unbelievably dry, "This here is our friend." Chuan says, showing me the almost 15-inch rat. It's practically a small kitten or even bigger. "You know how this works, right?" He smiles as the rat starts to squeak loudly, one of his men brings over a metal looking pot. Chuan plops the rat in it before leaning over me again. "Last chance, Wang. What'll it be?" He asks.

I clench my teeth and say nothing, "As you wish." He smiles. He looks at the man holding the metal bowl with the rat in it, the man turns the bowl over onto my stomach and I feel the rat walking around. I steady my breath if I freak out the rat will get fidgety. "Bring the torch." Chuan orders, another man then walks over with a flame propane torch.

"You seem shaken up Mr. Wang, are you scared?" Chuan teases me. I grip onto the straps that are around my wrists, "Fuck you." I spit, readying myself for the pain that I will be experiencing.

He nods and the man holding the torch turns it on and uses a lighter to activate the flame, the man presses it against the metal bowl and in a couple of seconds, the side of the pot then becomes red and the rat begins to screech.

I throw my head back as the rat begins to scratch around, trying to get away from the heat of the torch. The metal gets hotter and the rat screams at the top of its little lungs, scratching its nails into my skin. "Where's Lalisa, Jackson?" I refrain myself from groaning or yelling in pain, the metal is now burning my flesh.

"Give up already!" Chuan yells at me. I close my eyes and clench my jaw tighter to the point that my teeth might break. My body shakes from the unbearable pain as the rat scratches for its life as it rips my skin apart. I finally let out a yell, unable to hold it in any longer, I sense Chuan's smile. "So you do feel pain, Mr. Wang. I was afraid we caught ourselves a robot."

They take the rat and the metal container off my torso, I look down to see my skin torn and bleeding. Pain, all I feel right now is the pain. They higher the table and I'm now in a standing position, though I'm not touching the floor. "Move him to the chair." Chuan orders.

When they untie me I fall to my knees on the floor, the electricity has my body weak. The blood from my stomach is dripping on the floor. Two men come up to me and I throw my fists at them, resulting in me breaking one of their noses and breaking the other's tooth. I then feel electricity run from my neck to the rest of my body. I fall forward and hold onto the floor as my body shakes.

"Now now son, you can't possibly still have some sort of hope of escaping, do you?" Chuan asks me. My eyes rolling in my skull as the shock lingers when the sensation leaves me I look over my shoulder to see that Chuan has a taser in his hand. I let my face drop to the floor.

**
• Hours later •

My face flies to the side as a big man's fist pounds into my face, I'd say that I'm pretty good at being able to take several punches from this man. Coming out from a background of fights, I could at least take several punches from a heavy hand.

He finally stops punching me, I throw my head back and laugh. I'm practically gargling on my own blood, I throw my head down and spit the blood on the floor. I'm unable to move my arms or legs and my shirt is now torn off. The fresh wounds of the rat torture method are still bleeding.

"Do you think this is funny?" He asks. I refuse to say anything, no words or very little words will get to him and he will crack. I need to go on for several more hours until I know that they can surely be out of Japan and they have a plan. Maybe they'll come for me, cause a flight out of Japan to South Korea is only an hour flight. That's all I care about, I need them to be safe. I'll go through all the pain, so be it.

"You ain't going to say anything are you?" Wow, he barely figures that out now? "Jackson, this is where you start to lose your shit." He gives me a cheeky smile, "I don't know if you should be scared or not." He nods to one of his men, and the man walks up with pliers in his hands. My eyes widen a bit, but if I refuse to show any sort of emotion. He smiles wider, "You tell me where she is, or I will start to pull off every single nail on your hands until you tell me." I let the blood drip down my chin as I look at him, barely even able to see anymore.

"I guess you're going to have to pull out all my nails, won't you?" I tease him, he then looks angry. Like I said before, he's very short tempered. "Aren't you going to give up Jackson? You're really going to go through all this pain to save some girl that isn't going to mean anything to you in the long run? She is going to leave and you're never going to see her ever again. I really don't see what's the point of you keeping her safe, when I'm going to find her anyways. I am not going to stop looking for her, even if she goes to another country, changes her name, changes the way she looks." He throws his head back and laughs, "I swear on my life, I'm going to find her. With or without your help, her blood is going to be on my hands and Thailand will officially be mine."

"So if you're really going to waste your life on such a selfish girl, then go ahead. Because you know what? You're going to die here, you ain't going anywhere." He looks down at my hand that grip the chair that I sit in, he slowly looks back up into my swollen eyes. "You should be scared, Jackson Wang. You may never see that girl ever again, the one that you're trying so desperately hard to keep safe from my men and me."

He gives me a demonic smile, he's not thinking what I think he's thinking, is he? "I've seen your girl, she's quite a beauty." He tells me. "How many girls have to die from being with you Jackson, for you to give up?" I grit my teeth, "I refuse to give up to you. You can rip off all my fingernails, beat me till I'm dying."

"So you do know where Lalisa is." He says to me. "She was in Japan with you and that girl, are there other people looking after her? More of them like you?" I stare at him with a straight face, I then feel the pliers being set on one of my fingers, on my right hand. I clench my jaw. He looks at me with a smug smile on his face, "It'll be like getting a tooth pulled." He suggests. "Have you ever gotten a tooth pulled Mr. Wang?"

I look away from him and look forward at the cement wall. I feel my nail being crammed inside the pliers, I curl my toes and a grip my other hand on the chair. There is then a forceful yank at my nail, I try my best not to scream as the pain runs up my arm and into my shoulder. Several yanks later my nail is off completely, my finger is throbbing and my blood runs down the arm of the chair and to the floor. I let out a shaky breath, several light groans leave me before looking down at my finger.

Such an ugly finger without its nail, the tip of my finger now very swollen. My finger kind of looks like it got stung by a bee. I let out another breath and look up from my finger, and ahead to the wall again.

Then I begin to think about how long I've been counting in my head. 06:20:55

I then feel the man clamp the pliers onto my other nail. "Jackson, just make this easier for everyone else and yourself. We will gladly let you go if you tell us the location of Lalisa. We won't touch your girl, and you'll have some sort of dignity left in you from being let go." I just stare forward and I don't answer him, a grit my teeth again and clench my abs. I feel more blood running down my stomach, from my wound. This time my nail takes several yanks for it to be completely taken out, it definitely hurt more than the last one.

**
• Several Nails Later •

I'm now groaning in pain, my hand is shaking like crazy. My body shakes, the pain in my arm is going up my neck. I'm now making a sort of whining sound, my bloody drool dripping from my mouth and onto my chest. For the next hour, I have to endure the pain of my nails getting pulled out. When they were done with my right hand, they moved onto my left. I can guess that it's midnight, being that they took me in the late afternoon.

"Leave him here, we'll let him think about this tonight," Chuan tells his men. "And there's more where that came from Mr. Wang." He smiles and one of his men hands him a cigar, it's lit for him. "Make a good choice." He blows smoke in my face. "Sleep tight." He pats my head, I yank my face away from him. He just chuckles and walks out of the room.

I inhale slowly before exhaling and my chest collapses, my eyebrows knit and my eyes water for some reason. I guess I've forgotten that I'm human, the hours that I've spent here made me realize I'm not as powerful as I thought I was. I ball up my fists, causing me to cry in pain as the open wounds from my missing nails spew blood. "I can't, I can't go another night," I tell myself, disappointing myself as I know that I've made up my mind.

I look down at my hands, the tips of my fingers are sausage-like, several of my proximal nail folds are torn from all the force that was used to tear my nails out. To the sight of what they've done to me, my hands shake once again and my tears fall down my cheeks, burning my cuts. "I'm sorry." I whimper.

**
• Morning •
- 7:50 am -

"Rise and shine, boy." I keep my head down, not daring to look up. I keep my eyes closed, trying to breathe through my fear of what is next to come. A substance is then poured in me, all my cuts and wounds start to burn as if my body was being set on fire. I throw my head back, screaming in pain as I can feel the inside of my cuts sizzling.

"I thought we'd prevent your wounds from getting infected. We wouldn't want you to die from the infection of your wounds, that's a childish way to die." He walks up to me and pats my shoulder, "How's that alcohol feeling?" He asks I can hear laughter in his voice. My wounds finally stop hurting, I open my eyes and look at him before my head falls back down.

I've cracked, I thought I could keep my mouth shut. I thought that I could win this, but I can't. I can't take any of this anymore, I could already imagine how bad this all will get if I keep my mouth shut. By the end of today, I won't be alive. They will kill me for not confessing, I know I said that I'd die for the company. But I don't want to die, I want to be alive and breathing. Even if it means that I have to go through this and having to be really messed up, fine. As long as I get to see CL. "Are you going to speak? Or are we going to have to go through what you went through last night, boy?" Chuan says.

His men stand around me, they look ready to take me down if I decide to move. They can't possibly think that I have enough strength to fight them all, do they? "They're possibly in Korea, they probably already left by plane last night when you took me." I slur as my blood drips from my mouth and onto my lap.

My face flies to the side as I'm hit by Chuan, "You shit! You waited until they were out of Japan!" I try not to laugh, obviously, I was waiting. That's why I was counting hours, stupid. He grips my hair in his hand as he makes me look up at him, again, "You're going to show us where they're at." He smiles. "We got a plane to catch." He let's go of my hair and my head falls back down.

I'm a failure, I've betrayed my company, my team, Sehun, Namjoon.. and most importantly, CL. I look at my hands as my fingers have finally stopped bleeding and are starting to scab, my stomach has finally finished bleeding as well. With how bad my face is beaten up, it reminds me of the time I had my last cage fight. I can't see out of my left eye, I'm sure that my nose is broken and my lip is busted.

"Let's move out, we can't waste any more time. We've got a five-hour ride, let's go." He says, men, walk over to me and untie me. I could run if I really wanted to, but I have no strength left in me. Anyways, Chuan will take me right to them. So I ought to regain my strength, so when the time is right I can fight back. Yes, that's my plan.

A sack is pulled over my head and two men lift me up and practically drag my legs on the floor. My eyes grow heavy, if I could, I'd send out a distress call so that they could be ready. I'm then loaded into a car and my wrists are handcuffed, I try to be all ears as I listen to the conversations that are going on.

"Let me go!!!!" I hear a mans voice, I slightly tilt my head towards the person yelling. "You'll have Lalisa, you don't need me anymore." The coward himself, Lee Manoban. "What the fuck did I tell you, Lee? You owe me money, I'm not letting you go until I kill that bitch and you're next." He says very firmly. I feel a gaze, "Who the fuck it this?" Lee asks. "None of your fucken business, you don't have the right to ask questions," Chuan says. I hear car doors closing and I then hear several cars starting up, my heart starts to pound.

How many people is Chuan taking with him!?

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