Emma's P.O.V

"Miss. Parker, are you sure that you want to do this? I can ask someone else to do it on your behalf, that is if you want", Director Williams asked, his face etched with concern as we walked through the underground tunnel towards a particular room.

I stopped walking and then turned a ninety degrees to face him.

"Why do you think that I wouldn't feel the need to do this?", I asked him with my eyebrows raised and my arms crossed over my chest.

"Well, I had a hunch that you might feel uncomfortable to talk to the guys who murdered your parents", was his blunt reply.

I sighed and then stepped closer as I looked him in the eye.

"I promise that you've got nothing to worry, Director", I told him with a genuine smile as my eyes radiated anything but fear and hesitance.

His lips twitched upwards as he beamed at me with pride. He then nodded and resumed his pace towards the interrogation room as I followed suit by his side.

He might be right.

I might be feeling a bit queasy to meet them. After all, they were the nightmares that I had been trying to get rid of all these years. But trust me, queasy isn't the right word to describe the number of emotions that my mind is going through right now.

"Do you want me to come in with you?", the Director asked as we stopped infront of the metallic door.

I shook my head in negative as I watched him from the corner of my eyes, not turning to face him from the door.

I saw him open his mouth as if to say something, but I soon cut him off.

"But, I do need a favor. No matter what happens inside, I don't want anyone to interrupt me unless I'm at the verge of dying", I told him calmly.

I saw him shake his head in agreement as I placed my now cold hands on the silver door knob.

I then took a deep breath and entered.

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Jason's P.O.V

It has been an hour since they brought me to this room. They were probably planning to question and torture me again.

I sighed.

No matter what they do to me, they won't get any answers from me.

A sneer made up to my face but soon vanished as my face scrunched up in pain as a jolt of pain shot through my right leg. My limbs were sore from all the beating I got yesterday.

I sighed again for the umpteenth time and tried shifting in my seat to feel more comfortable, but to no avail, I couldn't even move an inch because I was tightly bound to the chair with strings.

Just when I thought that I was going to dozz off with all the boredom, I heard the door click open.

A beautiful young woman entered the room. Her silky black hair bounced on her shoulders as her sparkling emerald green eyes made their way towards mine. She had her curves at the right places. And she was indeed a sight for any eyes.

Yet, there was something which seemed very off about her. I scanned her flawless face again, but carefully this time and my eyes widened as I realized what was amiss.

It was her eyes.

Her emerald green eyes, despite of being beautiful and sparkly, they looked empty.

They were too bare to the extent of being able to suck another person's soul while scaring the crap out of them, just by looking at them.

I swallowed hard unintentionally.

Guess that's what's happening to me.

The screeching sound of a chair being pulled away from the table broke my train of thoughts. She sat down and then eyed me from head to toe as I kept staring at her coldly.

We were busy staring at each other when all of a sudden an evil glint flashed past her eyes as her lips twitched into a body chilling smirk.

The look on her face was both cold and scary enough to freeze anyone to death. I gulped as a shiver ran down my spine.

I wish that I was anywhere but, here!

"For each unanswered questions you will be punished severely", her voice slashed through the tensed atmosphere, making my frozen heart to beat rapidly.

Another almost inaudible sound met my ears making my eyes travel from her face towards the source.

Goosebumps rose at the nape of my neck as I watched her place a suitcase on the table and take out a scissor like tool. My eyes widened in terror when I realized what that was. I couldn't take my eyes off it as sweat trickled down my forehead.

"Now question number one, Why were they shot?", she asked, her voice laced with warning, daring me to defy her as she pretended to admire the torturing device in her hand.  

My heart started beating faster.

Does she know?

No that wasn't possible!

She dragged her chair closer to mine and leaned forward so that her face was an inch away from mine. Her minty breath fanned across my face as her cold steel like eyes peered into my barely composed ones. 

"You aren't going to answer me, are you?", she sneered and then stood up.

I watched her walk towards a panel of controls.

I narrowed my eyes in confusion.

Why is she going-

OHHH NOOOO!!

My eyes widened in fear as realization dawned upon me, draining the blood from my face. I felt myself become a chalky white.

This chair wasn't any ordinary chair, but an electrifying one.

I opened my mouth to speak, but too late.

My body started vibrating at a high intensity as pain and shock surged through my body at once. I wanted to move but I couldn't. Tears sprung into my eyes as my heart churned in pain. It was like having many heart attacks at once. Just as I thought that the torture couldn't get any worse, pain pierced through my genitals.

AAAAAHHH!

I heard my own scream echo throughout the room. I couldn't stop the tears from spilling any longer. It was like getting your dick pierced with a knife over and over again. My mind felt hazy. I couldn't even feel my body anymore. All I could see was PAIN! Pain clouded my mind as my body was subjected to shock after shock.

OH MY GOD!

I can't breathe. I tried taking huge gulps of air, but I couldn't feel air at all. I started chocking and just as I thought that I was going to die, the shocks and the massive electric impulses stopped.

I could hear my own hard labored breathing. My whole body was drenched in sweat. I rested my shaking head on the back of the chair. I took huge gulps of air as I tried to calm down the frantic beating of my heart. My hands and legs were unsteadily shaking. My chest and genitals were burning with pain. Just as I thought I was finally calming down, I heard a throat clear.

I looked up in fear when I realized where I was. My heart thudded against my ribcage as I watched her sit on the chair again.

Yes, I've been trained to harm other people. I've got harmed in the process too. But, getting myself hurt with electric shocks is a first time for me because I've never got caught by anyone before.

"If you want that pinky of yours to remain unharmed, you better answer me. Let me repeat the question, why were they shot?", she asked me in a cold impassive voice as she took the same scissor like tool she had in her hand before.

"Because they deserved to!", I spat out with venom.

"And why did they deserve to?", she asked me as I watched her then empty emotionless eyes burn with rage.

So she is capable of showing emotions after all. I remained silent as I closed my eyes waiting for the next punishment to swallow me with pain.

"Answer me! You had reasons for the other victims. But, for them? I could find none", she spat at me dangerously.

So she doesn't know, huh. Our secret is safe after all.

My thoughts were once again interrupted and I was brought back to reality when I felt my pinky being tugged.

I looked down in horror to see her holding my pinky with her gloved hand, bringing the scissor like tool closer.

THUD! THUD! THUD!

Blood gushed into my ears, making them pound in my head unbearably. I felt my vision go hazy as my head clouded with dizziness. An almost inaudible whimper escaped my now dry lips unintentionally.

"Please don't!", I pleaded, my voice laced with fear.

Since my childhood days I've always had a phobia for self harm. The phobia was taking over my mind again, after many years.

"Then tell me!", she gritted out in warning.

"I ca-a-n't! They will kill them!", I told her in a shaking voice.

"Kill whom?", She asked without budging from the same position as before, which didn't help me at all in calming down my phobia.

"My family. They kept all of our families with them so that if any of us get caught, they had something to keep our mouths shut for", I told her, as my voice cracked up at the mere thought of my three year old son being brutally murdered.

Silence.

Silence once again enveloped the place just as I finished talking only for it to be broken again by the sound of a phone vibrating.

I opened my eyes which had got unconsciously shut through the dreadful process, only to find her looking annoyed. Her expression soon changed when she saw the caller ID.

"Right on time", I heard her mutter as she answered the phone.

"Have you brought them here? What? Since when? Ah okay. Thanks", I heard her ask and reply in order.

She then pocketed her phone with a sigh.

"Seems like you are saying the truth after all", she stated in a matter-of- fact tone.

My eyebrows shot up in surprise.

"What? How did you know?", I then asked.

"I sent someone to look for your family and that someone called me just now and told that your family was last seen before the President's murder", she replied coldly.

Then her eyes suddenly softened a bit.

A bit- which was almost unnoticeable.

"We can help you. If you can say us where they are, we can save them and show you some mercy too", she then continued softly.

"I can't! I fear that walls here, would have ears. Please don't ask me", I pleaded with wide eyes.

I waited for her to bring the scissor like tool closer, but to my surprise, she stood up and packed her things to leave.

"That's it? You are letting me go?", I asked her in disbelief.

"Why? You want to be tortured more?", she turned around with a not so pleasant sneer.

I could feel the blood draining off my face. 

I then heard her sigh.

"There's no use talking to a man who's staying mute under all that torture to save his family. It's a waste of time and energy. I have learnt that from experience", she said as she took in my pale face.

I sighed in relief and couldn't help but feel thankful when a bulb lit at the back of my mind.

"Why did you look for my family?", I asked her in curiousity as she neared the door.

I watched her halt on her tracks as her hand rested on the door knob.

My heart raced as I waited for the unthinkable. 

I heard her snort in reply.

I was about to open my mouth to say something when her next words came crashing upon my shoulders like a bull dozer, making me freeze with my eyes wide open as I felt myself pale further under the white light.

The words were echoing in my mind continuously making my head spin as I heard the door shut with a barely audible click.

"To use them against you"

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Hey guys,

I'm so sorry for not updating yesterday. (Gives you the puss in boot's innocent look)

You know what? Something terrible happened! I forgot my phone password. I don't know how, all of a sudden my mind went blank and it took me hours to retrieve it from my already panicking brain. (Facepalms)

And by the time I remembered, I was too over joyed and my brain was too hyped up to concentrate on a chapter. (Sighs*)

So here I am presenting you a not so enjoyable chapter in a beautiful Saturday morning.

Oops! Sorry for ruining your weekend. 😂😂😂

Anyways, how did you find the twelth chapter???

Tell me! Tell me! Tell me! 😁

And it's time for questions!
1) What do you think Jason's secret was?? 🤔

2) Did you enjoy Emma's new face? (Shudders- I never thought Emma could be that bad ass evil 😱)

Comment your ideas and oh,

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Love,

Ranna