In the shadows :the path of lucas

False victory

Seated across him with nothing but the table, lucas lowered his voice barely above a whisper

I make your death a very painful one my friend,“lucas had hinted,

you would beg to die but you won't, I will peel your flesh layer by layer until I drain every last bit of detail I need,

the man looked at him unshaken as though he was listening to a child speak

I've been through worse

Ahh, yes,the savak torture houses I guess

The mans expression changed to a pale white which he tried to conceal to no avail

then you must be conversant with Mohammad Reza Pahlavi, correct??

He was officer in charge of torture, he was a ruthless and violent man, but you are nothing like him, you are a freak who is f*****g with the wrong powers, you will get snuffed out like a candle, the man said, defiant

Then you must have no idea who I am

The f**k do you think you are??do your worst

Your words buddy, not mine, lucas said as he unboxed the kit, pulling out the toys of his trade,

A Bardiche · Battleaxe · Bayonet · Blowpipe · Blunt weapon · Bomb · Bow · Brass knuckles, spikes, a twelve inch dagger, leather bag,an electric taser and lastly a pair of dark gloves, the man seemed adamant , lucas smiled, no need to make him jumpy when the fun hadn't even started yet.

Two other men joined him one holding a lenght of cord and staple and another holding a voltage box and a half gallon of H2O, all wearing dark coveralls and thick gloves,

Lucas cleared his throat, since we all have much in common and almost the same unfinished businesses, exception of you, he said pointing towards petrovich, you are the unfinished business

petrovich gave off a humorous chuckle, you really think this two punks would make me talk I would rather die than talk.

we shall see about that, lucas said with a half smile that reached neither his cheeks nor eyes,

Oh, he quickly added

i will be downstairs having a nice time with your secretary, who happens to be pregnant, with your child! he stressed out the last phrase with much demeanor in his tone that already told what he had in mind

so please, endeavour not to scream too loudly, you will ruin my date, as he walked out, he felt petrovich swear at him deep within, but he hadn't been given much of a choice, man must survive. The other man casuslly pulled off his mask to reveal a pair of ice cold eyes staring directly at him that he swore those eyes could stare directly into ones soul

his face went pale, staring directly into him was Mohammad Reza Pahlavi

the iranian with a name men feared to whisper, went into the savak torture house as a captive and rose to dominate it,to him pain was nothing, a monster and beast, to make things worse, he was the right hand man to the most lethal cold blooded assasin the world has ever produced, he was known by the code name infinity with the symbol of an Eagle crested with silver, that monster and his beast of a right hand man had massacred an entire hamas frontier in gaza and walked unscratched, leaving behind a pile of corpses, two -three thousand bodies, depending on whose narrarive you heard,

Shall we begin,?? pahlavi asked while his student watched with the same blodshot eyes

, just perfect, more monsters, petrovich thought, now he was screwed for sure

His eyes followed the apprentice as he pulled out an electrocution box he never knew was there from beneath the table and placed it at the other side of the table with a long enough extension cable that reached the socket at the wall,

The apprentice secured his hands with a chain that ran from his hands to the back and around, finally resting on his forehead, there are ten primary means of torture, he said after the near deafening silence, but first we need to warm up stuff a little,

he slid a pair of iron gloves unto petrovichs hands, this might hurt a little he said as he pulled on a pair of gloves made purely from graphite and quartz, the meaning became clear when he pulled out a container with “Sulphuric Acid “written in bold letters, he could feel himself perspirating faster than usual, these men were crazy,

Lets warm up, he said

torrents of muffled screams filled the air as sulphuric acid sizzled on the gloves causing an almost unbearable pain that crawled into ones veins deep into the heart, when the procedure ended a half hour later, the apprentice was carrying a smuggish grin on his face as though he had seen something amusing,

Lets get started

Any last words ?

Go f**k yourself

Very well then said the apprentice without any sign of life in his voice as he delivered nearly a hundred mega amperes(mh)for 15 secs every five second interval for six hours and half, when the procedure was finally over, his body was dragged into a cell that was more of a dog kernel than a human settlement, made so you can never be comfortable in it, you couldn't sit up fully, nor lay down flat, or even stand, as his body slumped to the ground, bloodied from head to toe, lucas squatted over his head

So, who's getting f****d now

He opened his mouth to speak but his strength failed him as he passed out,

When he woke up, he was back in the same room as before, only this time his feets and hands were chained airtight to the floor and a huge metal collar hung across his neck with a metal extension to the ground and a brazen mask laying on the table, his eyes felt dizzy and his vision blurred, the room seemed to spin around him as a big black man stood above him

Good thing you came around, feeling warm enough? i cant wait to start, but first, let's rough you up a bit said the man putting on a pair of brass knuckles on both hands,

Hey buddy, another bottle of whiskey please,

He made a wide grin like a child who had just been offered candy as the waiter brought the bottle making it his seventh, somehow he couldn't get high enough no matter how much he had been trying for the past forty_five minutes, he desperately needed to calm his thoughts, his head had been screaming a lot recently like it was gonna blow and he was afraid he was been delusional,if only people would understand, now he was back to the very life he had packed and buried in his past, torture was something he left behind, hoping to start a better life, one that wasn't filled with blood, a screams of agony, an unprecedented nightmare,

Hell of a night, you come here often? Came a deep voice that was a sharp contrast from the originating body, a slender dark man with blood shot eyes slid in next to him, if the body seated across the table from him wasnt Mohammad Reza Pahlavi, he was pretty sure he could have snuffed the living daylight out of what ever dude it was

That's a lot of energy buddy, maybe we can channel all that muscle into proper use

Am done, I never planned things to go Down this lane, not like this

You don't get to chose what life throws at you, but you gotta make good of whatever you've got, if life deals you lemons, make a f*****g Lemonade.

The blows came again,relatively quiet dull thumps coming with consecutive force and life threatening strikes, petrovichs body was covered in blood as he gave off a loud hysterical laughter that could have sent goosebumps down anyone's throat and possible shivers down their spines, but not the dude in front of him.

How good is your boy??

He really is something, one of the best at his game, he doesn't break the body or torture the truth out through pain, he shatters the very soul,

At the very moment, petrovichs was begging for mercy, I would tell you everything, I swear, he muttered through a partly damaged face, an almost blind right eye, a broken nose, and an Incomplete set of teeth, a broken jaw and the list grew longer,

You had your chance petrovich, said the apprentice, now you pay

Please have mercy, he cried out aloud

Mercy is for the weak, cowards like you

I never signed up for any of his, I will tell you every thing you want to know, please, have mercy

There's something you are still holding my dear, where are they meeting?

I can't tell you, they'll kill me

The man went back to the table and picked up the almost red hot brazen mask glowing in a corner with coals

Viewer discretion is advised, said the apprentice in what sounded like a joke, a very expensive one to be precise as he slid on the kevlar gloves

Petrovich looked like he was seeing a ghost, his face grew pale and his blue eyes seemed to be drained of life, his voice stuck in His throat, his lips were a pitiful sight, the hot glow of the metal mask near his face made his heart take a jump, he wouldn't survive this, but his lips betrayed him

What do you want

Bello and waziz are going to be meeting in Egypt this week, I want to know where, when and the purpose of his visit, who he would be seeing,

I wouldn't know that, my job is to move the cash around, the assets, his personal investments am not his transportation manger or something, his tone carried a tone of sorrow, so much if he didn't know better, he will have believed him, but petrovich was a snake, and snakes were cunning

He put down the brazen mask, I believe you he said in a much indifferent tone, trying to sound reassuring,

You do?? The man asked with a feeling of enthusiasm

Yeah I do, but first I'll tell you a story, there was a man, who laundered funds for an NIA deputy director and hid the cash under several offshore accounts, let's cut the story short, so the man gets caught and he tries to tell his Interrogator who has been in the act of torture for a year and half, that he is not in possession of the file that translates his superiors travel schedule and also the place, time and venue of each event,

He pulled out a switch blade, if you won't tell me what I need to know, then your tongue is just as worthless as t**s on a chicken,but then,lets get you sorted out he said pulling out a bottle of spirit and some cotton wool, he dabed the wool in a white solution that smelt nothing like spirit and the mere vapour almost made his throat burn,

Let's get you cleaned up a little, he said as he put on face mask,we wouldnt want our guest seeing you in such a bloody shape

the liquid on his skin felt cold at touch then seemed to light into flames as his face grew bright red, he could barely open his eyes and the tickling sensation on his skin was far from what he was hoping for,

I would gladly have been a punching bag for this little freak than stand this, he thought,

his back scalding from whatever the f**k the little- egocentric- bull shitting - motherfucking-god dammed - sum of a b***h,had applied on him , and he didn't let the pain stop him from voicing it out

That was a huge turn on for me petrovich, said the guy sounding amused, you don't know how much that meant to me.