chapter 3

On the other side in James household a mini war is going on. You can see "Daniel James" Elise father screaming at a bunch of people. While his wife Florence James is seen crying whole her son is trying his best to console his mom.

I don't want any excuses, I want my daughter.

I will give you all time till evening, if she is not here in evening then, I'm going to shoot every one of you. Understand.

Yes, sir the gang members replied. They began the search for the princess of James household who is kidnapped.

Please stop crying mom we will definitely bring her back said Ronald James.

Honey, I'm giving you my word I will bring back our daughter. Now don't cry, he murmured to her.

Ok! I will wait till the evening, even after that my daughter is not in front of me. You know me remember, Florence warned her husband.

She rose to her feet and marched toward her room and slammed the door shut.

Daniel sighed, I'm going, take care of your mother until I come back. He said to his son. Let me come with you father, he requested him.

No, He turned down straight away. Stay put and wait for me to come back. In an instant he went to the main base where the bodyguards are being kept who are responsible for his daughter's safety.

After missing of Elise news goes around without any delay the bodyguards were captured and taken to their main mafia base for interrogation.

Daniel James reached the main base which is called as the Hollow. He didn't waste a second and directly went to the interrogation/torture room.

The room was cold, not from weather, intention.

It was buried beneath the main building, soundproofed with thick concrete walls that swallowed every scream. A single metal door sealed it shut, bolted from the outside. There were no windows, no clocks, and no sense of time—only a flickering overhead bulb that buzzed like it was tired of watching.

In the center stood a steel chair, bolted to the floor, straps frayed from use but still strong enough to hold down even the most desperate man. Stains on the floor told silent stories—some dried, some fresh, all ignored. Tools hung on the far wall—not chaotic like in movies, but organized. Blades, wires, hammers, clamps—each had its purpose. Nothing was for show.

A small drain sat in the corner of the room, rusted at the edges. That was where the blood went. No one spoke about it, but everyone knew.

When the door opened, there stood their boss. They were tied with chains on chairs while pleading to let them go.

Where is she? He questioned.

Boss-that-

Daniel James

Age:55

Boss of Black vow mafia gang

Florence James

Age:50

Wife of Daniel James

Ex spy of police department

Ronald James