Today we were supposed to use the meeting room on the eighth floor but the other divisions were using it too so we moved to the second floor.The nice weather outside makes me want to take Lana out to lunch, but Lana can't really digest plain food yet. She still relies on eighty percent of my blood.At first I was worried because some cases of Leech's transition required Volder's blood to change her, but Lana has survived this long on my blood alone.Like Ella's case, which ended up needing Alice's and Alastair's blood at the same time. I don't want to imagine Lana sucking Carleon's blood and her ugly face smiling smugly at me because Lana needs it.The next case, the murder of a young executive in the district..."I half didn't listen to the explanation of the staff who recapitulated all the major cases that had just been handled this month.Across this building, three SUVs stopped side by side and then several people in black shirts got out of it.Looks like someone important is visi

There are about 600 methods to torture humans.Starting from direct punches, breaking one by one the twenty-eight knuckles, electrocuting, inserting needles that are not too sharp under the nails. And 596 other methods. The methods are still further divided into subsections, from the pain of bullying the pain of being very, very painful.From leaving permanent scars to death, death of course is slow and painful. Pain is a way to get the information we want from and the human resistance to pain is quite low. Very low.There are some people who give up after just the first hit, or the first broken rib, or even a bluff. Humans tend to imagine pain times more than it actually is, even when they feel the pain, and that's why their pain mentality is so low.How do I know all this? Well, because this is 56th time I've been kidnapped. Twelve of nearly killed me, thirty of them left scars all over my body, and they drove me to the operating table.This has all been going on for the past tenn ye

Paul Sedgewick doesn't look like a typical government intelligence staff member. His short stature goes well with his round face and friendly smile, making him look more like a restaurant chef than an ex-intelligence staff member. His partially graying hair and beard don't have the intimidating effect he hoped for at all."Ah, Luke. Just got back from your vacation, huh?" He adjusted his glasses that slipped off his nose and smiled.He always refers to my kidnapping as a vacation, his private joke. I leaned against the closed door, staring at him as he packed his bag."I didn't see the usual rescuer," I said, furrowing my brow at him. I folded my arms and took a sharp breath when my hand accidentally touched my broken rib."We've decided to terminate our contract with their agency. Mr. Oswealth thinks hiring fifteen people just to rescue you every time is... wasteful. You know we pay enough for each rescue mission. They charge twice my salary for a single job, with your frequent vacat

Humbert Bale ordered his two henchmen to guard the door.He quickly took off his plastic coat and pulled out his phone, walking away from me towards another door muttering angrily.I tried to pull at my restraints with my still weak hands, unsure who could be coming at this moment as Paul was only supposed to realise I was missing tomorrow morning.Two gunshots echoed through the door followed by a cry of pain. Damn it. With a queasy stomach and weakened body, I pulled at my binds.My focus was on the door opposite me.Waiting for whoever would emerge from behind it.Black smoke slowly seeped through the cracks in the door, likely from the fire outside. My heart raced faster as the handle turned. A silhouette entered the warehouse along with the thick smoke.Of course, from the feminine silhouette, I could already guess who it was. I couldn't help the corners of my mouth from tugging upwards as she stepped in and paused, our eyes locking in a stare.She tilted her pretty face slightly

I took a deep breath to steady myself, then stepped out of the bathtub to grab some bandages from the cabinet.Looking at my reflection in the mirror, I saw that blood had soaked nearly the entire white shirt on my hands. Even a few drops on my face were visible.I looked like Dexter, freshly mutilated a victim.I grabbed two boxes of bandages and adhesive tape, as well as a new pair of scissors, and headed back to her. Alice still hadn't opened her eyes.A sense of panic crept over me. Could she have bled to death?Kneeling beside her, I opened the bandages. I took a towel that was slightly stained with blood from her shoulder and was shocked when I looked at it. The wound on her shoulder was already closed.I blinked a few times, but I couldn't see the wound gaping anymore. There was only a slight wound that didn't look like a gunshot wound at all. I stared at it for a minute, hoping it would suddenly open again.Did Humbert hit me in the head earlier?Why was I only focused on gett