"Okay, sir," the response came promptly.
With that, the distinct sound of Edgar's polished shoes resumed, this time moving away from Carlos. The masked men quickly approached Carlos, setting to work with efficiency. They cleaned him up using damp cloths and provided him with fresh clothes, removing the vestiges of his earlier distress.As the men worked, Carlos's mind raced with both fear and a flicker of hope. He was in a dire situation, but Edgar's insistence on cleanliness and order suggested a level of professionalism that might mean they weren’t intent on harming him.Once the task was complete, one of the men stepped away to inform Edgar that Carlos was now cleaned up. The lights remained intensely bright, but Carlos had adjusted slightly, allowing him to make out more of his surroundings. The warehouse was expansive, filled with stacked crates and industrial equipment, shadows looming in the corners.Soon, the distinctive sound of Edgar's footsteps approached once more. Edgar emerged from behind the lights, his presence as commanding as his voice. He stopped a few feet from Carlos and gave him a scrutinizing look.“Much better,” Edgar remarked, observing Carlos now that he was cleaned up. “Now, let’s get down to business. You’re here because you might just be the key to getting what we want. you're not a random victim, but an important piece."Carlos, still disoriented and scared, managed to reply, “I... I don’t understand. I-I’m just trying to live my life. Plea-se, I don’t know anything. Th-there must be a mistake somewhere. I am not your guy.”Edgar smiled, his expression calculated and measured. “Oh, but you do. And lying won't help you, trust me. Where is Olivia?” But before Carlos could respond, Edgar interrupted, flicking his finger from left to right and simultaneously saying, "Uh-uh-uh. Think before you answer. You don’t want to say something I won’t like — you don’t want to get hurt again."The chill of realization crept up Carlos's spine. He was in deeper trouble than he knew. “I don’t know anything. I swear,” he insisted, his voice a mix of fear and pleading.Edgar then pulled up a chair, positioning himself directly in front of Carlos. He shook his head slightly, his expression a blend of regret and resolve. "You see, that's not really the answer I was hoping for," Edgar said quietly, the room filled with a tense silence. At a subtle flick of his fingers, one of his men approached with a bucket, unceremoniously dousing Carlos with freezing cold water.As the icy water cascaded down his body, Carlos couldn’t help but shiver uncontrollably, his teeth chattering loudly as they clashed together from the intense cold engulfing him. The shock of the water made every nerve in his body scream in protest, his muscles tightening reflexively.Suddenly, an agonizing scream tore from Carlos’s throat, raw and piercing, as if his very life force was being drawn out. "Haaaaaah...!!!!!!" he cried out, the sound echoing off the bare walls of the warehouse. The iron chair to which he was bound had been rigged with electric cables, turning it into a cruel conductor of electricity. The device controlling the flow of electricity was in the hands of one of Edgar's men, who watched impassively as voltage surged through Carlos’s body."Stop," Edgar commanded sharply, his voice cutting through the thick air as he raised a hand. The electricity ceased abruptly, leaving a heavy silence punctuated only by Carlos’s labored breathing and the faint dripping of water onto the concrete floor. Edgar’s face was impassive, showing no pleasure in the act but a cold determination. After a few seconds that stretched into an eternity of lingering pain for Carlos, Edgar leaned forward, his gaze fixed intently on Carlos's tormented face."Let’s try this again," Edgar began, his voice steady but carrying an underlying edge of urgency. "I need better answers, Carlos. Where is Olivia? Think carefully — your next few words could help me free you. Help me help you.""I-I don't know where Olivia is," he stammered, his voice weak and shivering. "We were together, but I lost track of her. Please, believe me."Edgar's gaze softened slightly, but his tone remained stern. "I want to believe you, Carlos. But you must understand, we are dealing with matters of utmost importance. Your cooperation is crucial." He gestured to his men, who removed the restraints from Carlos and helped him to his feet.Once freed, Carlos shivered uncontrollably, his wet clothes clinging to his skin. Edgar motioned for a blanket, which was quickly brought to cover Carlos. "You need to dry off and warm up," Edgar said, his voice more compassionate now. "We will continue our conversation later."As Carlos sat wrapped in the blanket, his mind raced. He had to find a way out of this situation, but he was unsure of whom to trust. The situation was precarious, and Carlos knew he had to tread carefully.After some time, Edgar returned, his demeanor more relaxed. "Feeling better?" he asked, offering Carlos a cup of hot tea. Carlos nodded, accepting the tea gratefully. "Thank you," he said, taking a sip. "I-I'm sorry, I truly don't know where Olivia is. We were together, but we got separated during the chaos."Edgar nodded thoughtfully. "I believe you, Carlos. But we need to find her. And I believe I might just know how to do that. You."Puzzled, Carlos asked, "Me?""Yes, you, my friend." He paused, then continued, "You're not our enemy, Carlos. And I personally want you to know I derive no pleasure in what I've done to you. And even more in what I'm about to do to you. For that, I'm genuinely sorry. But starting from tomorrow, you won't be a complete man no more. We'll start dismembering you bit by bit, starting with your fingers and sending them to her. If she truly likes you, she'd surrender herself before we chop off all your right fingers."At that moment, fear gripped Carlos, a depth of fear he had never experienced before. Looking into Edgar's eyes, he knew he was not the type to bluff with his words.Carlos's heart sank as Edgar's words washed over him, each syllable chilling him to the bone. The air in the room seemed to grow colder, and the comforting warmth from the blanket could no longer stave off the deep, creeping dread that filled his body. His fingers instinctively curled into his palms as he imagined the gruesome threat becoming reality."Please, Edgar, you don't have to do this," Carlos pleaded, his voice quivering. "There has to be another way. I can try to contact her, maybe she'll respond if she knows I'm in danger."Edgar regarded Carlos with a steady, unyielding gaze. "We've tried the easy ways, and time is a luxury we can no longer afford," he replied, his tone resolute yet tinged with a hint of regret. "This is not just about you or her — it's about a debt that must be paid. Unfortunately for you, you are caught in the middle."Carlos's mind raced for solutions, desperate to avoid the gruesome fate Edgar had laid out. "Let me try to reach out to her. Give me a ch
SEVERAL HOURS AGO.OLIVIA'S POVThe sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm golden glow over the motel parking lot as Olivia stepped out of her room. She had a purpose in her step, a determination in her eyes as she made her way through the motel hallway to the receptionist's desk. The receptionist, a middle - aged woman with kind eyes and a friendly smile, looked up as Olivia approached."Hi," Olivia greeted her, returning the smile. "I was wondering if you could point me to the nearest pharmacy? I need to pick up a few things."The receptionist nodded, her smile widening. "Of course, ma'am. Once you're outside, follow the road to your left. Keep walking until you get to the first bus stop. It's not too far from here. Cross to the other side of the road, then continue down the street. You'll see a big store, can't miss it. That's ADANN's store. They should have what you're looking for.""Thank you so much," Olivia replied, gratitude evident in her voice. She appreciated the detailed d
"What are you doing here?" the voice was tinged with disbelief, framing the doorway with cautious curiosity.Olivia, undeterred by the skepticism, flashed a warm smile. "Hey, Jon, how are you doing?" Her greeting hung in the air, met only by Jon's unwavering stare.Sensing the tension, Olivia tried to lighten the mood. "At least invite me in first. Are you not happy to see me?"Jon's face twisted into a scowl. "And why would I do that? You show up out of nowhere, and now you want to waltz in like nothing happened?"Olivia, knowing Jon had every right to be upset, continued, her voice tinged with desperation. "I'm sorry, but please, I need your help."Jon, surprised by her bold move despite their past differences, replied, "And why in the seven hells would I help you?"With a deep sigh, Olivia continued, knowing she had nowhere else to turn. "I know we've had our differences over the years, but please, you know I wouldn't even come to you if it's not a matter of..." She paused, the tho
As they walked through the front door into the living room, Olivia couldn't help but admire the family pictures adorning the walls. Stopping at one that featured Jon's wife and their daughter, she couldn't resist the temptation to touch its frame. "I take it this is your daughter?" she inquired softly.Jon, leading the way, nodded affirmatively. "Yes.""What's her name?" Olivia asked, her voice filled with genuine curiosity.Jon's smile widened with pride. "Kourtney. Named after her grandmother.""What a beautiful name," Olivia remarked, her fingers lingering on the picture's glass. "She's pretty, just like her mom. And her eyes... she has her mother's eyes," she added, referring to Jon's wife's eyes.Jon nodded in agreement. "Yes, she does. She's a carbon copy of Hannah through and through."As they settled into the living room, Olivia took a seat on the couch. Jon, standing in front of her, asked, "Would you like to have anything?""I'm fine," Olivia replied.Jon went to the refrige
Hidden in the woods, Olivia watched as Carlos was pulled out of the old, decrepit warehouse. The sounds of frogs and crickets filled the air, and the first light of morning began to pierce through the darkness. Tears streamed down her face; her mission was accomplished. Although every atom in her body wanted to rush to Carlos as he was loaded into the ambulance and tell him how sorry she was for all he had suffered because of her, she restrained herself and quietly left the premises.'THREE WEEKS LATER'In the late hours of the day, Carlos sat on his couch in his Manhattan residence, his phone in his hands. Pictures moved on the large flat TV in the background as he scrolled through several unanswered messages he had sent to Olivia over the past weeks, trying to reach her to know if she was safe.Her safety was paramount to Carlos, and he felt responsible for Olivia. As he contemplated, he muttered to himself, "Something is definitely wrong. Why is she not responding to any of my call
As Carlos and his friends stepped into the restaurant, they were enveloped in a completely different atmosphere, like stepping into a new world. The scent of tantalizing Italian dishes filled the air, enticing their senses. Finding empty seats in a corner, they quickly settled in. A waitress approached their table, menu in hand, and greeted them warmly. "Welcome to R&S, my beautiful people. What will you be having today?" Toby, taken aback by her beauty, looked up and jokingly asked, "Do you come with the menu? Because I'll have you all day, all night." The waitress, smiling, flashed the ring on her finger and replied, "Sorry, I'm afraid not." Toby, disappointed but amused, responded, "That must be one lucky man." The waitress nodded in agreement, "Yes, he is." Witnessing the exchange, Carlos picked up the menu and politely interjected, "Give us a minute to go through the list. We'll let you know when we're ready to place our order. Thank you." "Of course, sir," the waitress ac
After a lengthy day in court, Carlos found himself sitting in his car amidst the evening traffic. The stars shimmered above as the night unfolded. Suddenly, a notification flashed on his car display, revealing Toby's name, his close friend and colleague from work. Without hesitation, Carlos answered the call, skillfully navigating the traffic with the city lights as his backdrop."Hey, man, what's up?" Carlos inquired, his attention divided between Toby's voice and the changing traffic lights.Toby, who had been awaiting Carlos's arrival at the club, raised his voice over the thumping beats of the background music, his concern evident. "Where are you? You were supposed to be here an hour ago. What's going on?"Stuck on New York's bustling highway, Carlos defended himself, the frustration palpable in his voice. "I'm sorry, I'm stuck in this traffic," he snapped, punctuating his words with three sharp honks, venting his mounting frustration.Empathizing with Carlos, Toby acknowledged th
"You don't have to be scared, pretty boy. I was just messing around with you," she said, touching her chest in a gesture of amusement. She continued, expressing a bit of disappointment in how quickly he had given up on the pursuit. "But you gave up too soon. Now I'm unsure if truly you meant what you said about my eyes, but yes, they are natural. Thank you."Uncertain of how to respond, Carlos stammered, "You know, it's... these days, with... everything going on, it's so easy to... to be accused of... harassment."She regarded him for a moment, her laughter subsiding, and then responded with a smirk, "I get it. But sometimes, you need to trust your instincts. Not everyone is out to get you."Carlos, now somewhat relieved by her unexpected change in tone, nodded in agreement. "You're right. I guess I let the fear of misunderstanding get to me."She extended a hand, finally reciprocating the gesture. "No hard feelings. I would've disclosed my name now to you, but I'll need more convinc