Chapter 36: Blissful Ignorance

Henry Jefferson steadied himself with a deep breath before placing the phone back to his ear. “Hello, it’s me. I’m looking for someone.” Twenty minutes later, Assistant Cooper hurried in, reporting, “Sir, she’s still not talking.” Slipping on his black finger cots, Henry descended in the elevator to the basement chamber. In the dimly lit chamber, Cynthia’s moans reverberated, her whimpering filled with agony. Henry pulled a slender hook needle from a row of torture devices and approached her. After enduring a brutal round of torture, Cynthia was barely conscious, her body gruesomely mangled—a truly horrific sight. Henry toyed with a slender hook needle, taunting, “Will you talk, or not?” The menacing gleam of the silver needle against the black finger cots sent chills down the spine. Cynthia looked up at the needle with a shudder, her swollen face making her words almost unintelligible. “I…” she hesitated. But upon catching Henry’s imposing figure, she reconsidered. She cou