A CRAZY LOVE - Episode 104
“No please don’t, I will speak… speak. Please!”
The man said through gritted teeth, never
expecting Kizy to actually make him beg.
“But I don’t want to hear it.” Kizy said, simply
shrugging.
“It’s someone from C city. I don’t even know the
person. He only sent money. I never saw him
face to face, nor did he reveal his identity…
please stop now.. please.” The man said, his
tone begging.
“Do you have those bank details?” Kizy asked.
“Yes yes. I will give them to you. Please stop
now.” The man said.
“Okay.” Kizy said with a smile.
This time not only Markus, but Ruth and Joel
were also stunned speechless by Kizy’s act.
Never in their dreams would they have imagined
this beautiful, tender and slender female to have
such terrific methods.
With that Kizy walked out of the dungeon,
smiling at all three shocked members, waiting
outside the cell.
Markus looked back at the man one more time
before walking towards Kizy, planning to leave
this place as early as possible and ask Kizy
about how she had learnt such methods.
“Let’s go.” Markus said, walking with Kizy
towards the direction of exit.
“Wait a minute Ladyboss.” Suddenly Ruth called
from behind, who came running towards the
couple.
“What is it?” Kizy asked with a smile.
“Can you teach me more of such methods? You
were so cool just now. There are many of them
who are not willing to open their mouths. Could
you take me in as your disciple?” Ruth said and
directly knelt on the ground with a thud.
Kizy instantly walked forward, trying to make
her stand.
“You don’t have to kneel. It’s easy. There is
nothing you can learn from me.” Kizy said.
“No. You are incredible. Please accept me as
your student.” Ruth said, still kneeling, not
wanting to get up.
“Ruth get up.” This time it was Joel who spoke.
“No. Please ask the ladyboss to accept me. I
want to learn from her.” Ruth said, not budging.
“Fine. I accept. Now stand up.” Kizy said, finally
succeeding in making her stand.
“Okay. Time to go now.” Markus said, clearing
his throat.
“Boss, will you please bring her back again?
Please boss please.” Ruth pleaded with Markus.
Nobody would have ever expected that the
always stoic faced, vicious torturer would be
pleading Kizy and Markus like this.
“Okay okay. Go back now.” Markus said, leaving
the place, followed by Kizy and Joel.
Joel gave one last mean look to Ruth, before
following Markus and Kizy.
The trio left the dungeon, with a satisfied Kizy,
who looked content after torturing those men.
If it had been a few months ago, she would
have never done this. She cared for what
Markus or his family thought about her.
But from the day she told her past to Markus,
explaining how out of control she would be,
even ki||ing people, she felt as if a burden had
been lifted off.
She could see that Markus didn’t h@?? her for
being so cold and cruel. This gave her enough
confidence to bring out this side of her in front
of him.
As soon as they had stepped inside the car,
Markus immediately tugged her sleeve.
“How do you do it?” Markus asked, his face
serious.
“What?” Kizy asked, confused.
“Torturing them? And what was that drug you
used on the first man?” Markus asked.
“Rule one. Stay calm. No matter how tiring and
frustrating it becomes, you should only smile at
them, making them feel as if even after their
attempts to stay quiet, you are not disturbed,
because you have even worse ideas to make
them talk.
Secondly, inflict pain upon them, but calmly, as
if this is just the beginning. No person gives up
after this first pain. But next time, double the
amount, making it unbearable for them, but still
stay calm, acting as if you have more
techniques.
Your calmness and pain mixed gives a dual
effect. They are scared more than necessary.
But this won’t always work.” Kizy paused
“Like the second person whom Ruth was
torturing, he was the leader of a small gang.
Though he has seen fair share of fights, he
won’t have much tolerance. Thus using simple
techniques to increase his pain would be
enough.
But for trained people like moles, it is different.
The first person we saw, he had a superior
tolerance to pain than the leader.
Thus for them, we need to mentally weaken
them as well. Because they have already been
trained to endure physical pain, but not
everyone can undergo mental torture.
Like for this one, I used a nerve stimulant in a
larger dose. This resulted in increased alertness
of the man. Plus my calmness and little effect
of the drug heightened his senses, made him
anxious, which in turn made him feel pain more
than what was being inflicted upon him.” Kizy
explained calmly, something she had learnt for
the past one year.
Not only was she taught about these torture
methods, but she was also trained to undergo it.
Being an assassin, her life was always at risk,
and nobody knew when someone would
capture you. For such moments, their group was
already trained, to not break under such
tortures.
In fact, she had experienced this torture first
hand, thus she was more than acquinted with it,
and knew what type of effect it had on the
reciever.
Both Markus and Joel were left shocked, their
jaws wide open from the description Kizy had
given for torture.
Markus had been handling these dungeons for
almost three years now, but they only used the
pain method. Inflict pain till the time people
would eventually spill the beans.
Though there were instances where people
won’t speak, Markus would have no patience
left by that time and knowing the person won’t
talk, he would brutally ki|| them.
But what Kizy did made sense. It made people
talk quickly.
“Standing Ovation to you Young Miss!” Joel
said with utmost sincerity, his idolising turning
into worshiping.
Yes his Young miss was becoming more and
more of a godly figure for him, someone he had
started worshipping for her talents.
Finally they reached the company. But Kizy
went inside the office with Markus, asking Joel
to stop and not accompany them.
“Why did you ask him to stop?” Markus asked.
“What’s going on between Joel and Ruth?” Kizy
asked, ignoring Markus’s question.
“You are quick to catch on.” Markus said with a
smirk.
“So there is something right between them
right? What relationship do they have?” Kizy
asked.
“Why do you care though?” Markus asked
curiously.
After all, Kizy wasn’t one to meddle in others’
business, especially someone she had met
moments ago. And her tone showed that she
was more interested to know about Ruth than
Joel.
“Ruth. She looks like someone with a past.” Kizy
said, remembering her eyes.
Though Ruth appeared like a normal teen girl,
Kizy could somehow see a coldness in her eyes.
Plus she was interested to know how such a
young girl, landed up being the brutal torturer
for a dungeon owned by Markus and Evans
family.
“Smart little lamb!” Markus said, genuinely
praising her.
“Will it ki|| you to tell me about them? Why so
many questions?” Kizy asked, frustratedly.
“Ruth is Joel’s younger sister.” Markus said only
a single statement, but that was enough to
surprise Kizy.
“What? Younger sister? Real sister?” Kizy asked,
doubting it.
“Yes.” Markus answered.
“But both of them are so different!” Kizy
exclaimed.
“And how exactly are both of them different?”
Markus asked while walking towards his chair,
interested to know what Kizy meant.
“I mean just look at them. They give off an
entirely different vibe. Joel is so mature, he can
perform any job with perfection. Though a little
jolly, he is sincere at work.
On the other hand, Ruth is more of an immature
but cold girl. There’s a rage inside her, which
unleashes in the prison cell. But outside it, she
is just another young bubbly girl.” Kizy said,
reciting her observation.
“Your observation is on point.” Markus said,
truly impressed by Kizy’s observation ski||s.
“But I never imagined Joel to have such a
younger sister.” Kizy said, a doting smile on her
face.
Ruth was at least 4-5 years younger than her.
And somewhere deep down she felt as if she
was watching her past self in Ruth. Ruth
reminded her of her own time 3 years ago.
“That’s a long story.” Markus said.
“Okay. Maybe you can tell me when we are free.
For now, I want to make some amendments in
our company. And I want to discuss all of them
with you.” Kizy said in a serious tone.
“Go ahead.” Markus said, sitting on his chair.
Kizy came and sat in front of him.
“Let’s grow our money and connections.” Kizy
directly expressed her motto.
“Okay.” Markus said, listening intently.
“I know that ‘Stardust’ has already surpassed all
the other companies in country B. But you are a
lone warrior.
Thus, first of all, increase your workfield.
‘Stardust’ is only known for business. But if you
were to enter various fields like housing,
entertainment, jewellery etc, you will profit from
that. Maybe you can even try funding money to
other business firms on interest, and earn
profits. You will grow your money by such
investments.
Secondly, expand your connections. People are
dying to collaborate with you on various
projects or start business with your partnership.
What you have to do is accept their invitations.
Maybe you can start your first collaboration
project with mom. ‘Purple’ is already a
successful brand. Plus people know that it is
owned by your mom. This would make others
aware that you are collaborating with others
now.
Third point, make your business and company
stronger. Your employees should be most loyal
to you. Treat them strictly but with affection.
They are the ones who are making your
company achieve greater heights. Right now
they idolize you for your personality. But what I
want is they should admire and respect you for
being a good boss.” Kizy said and took a sip of
water, her throat a little dry from all the talking.
Markus just kept looking at her, as if looking at
an entirely new person. He had never imagined
seeing a different Kizy from the beginning of
the day.
“Great!” Markus said after a minute.
“Thank you.” Kizy said with a smile, knowing
Markus was genuinely praising her. But the next
moment….
“I never knew that you had a brain.” Markus
said, making Kizy puff up her cheeks.
“I am going.” Kizy said, about to leave the office.
“Ok wait wait. Tell me how we are supposed to
collaborate with mom?” Markus asked, curious
to know.
“I thought you had a brain to think. So think by
yourself.” Kizy said, smirking.
“Fine. You are a genius. Now tell me.” Markus
said.
“Repeat that five times, then I will.” Kizy said
with a devilish smile.
“Like seriously?” Marlus asked, not believing
how childish his wife was behaving.
“Yeah.” Kizy said, waiting for him to speak,
because she knew Markus will.
And after a minute Markus had to repeat it five
times.
“You are a genius. You are a genius. You are a
genius. You are a genius. You are a genius.” His
expression darkened with each time he spoke.
“That’s like a good boy. Now listen.” Kizy said in
a serious tone.
“Mom has always made stylish, comfortable
and luxurious female dresses. But what if she
starts producing some formal dresses for
women? Something that would suit business
occasions? Or maybe what if she enters the
men’s market? She can present you as her first
male model, wearing her masterpiece.” Kizy
suggested.
“I am not modelling.” Markus immediately
replied with a firm tone.
“You don’t have to do it.” Kizy said.
“Then?” Markus asked.
“You could just wear it for some occasion. Or
maybe you and mother could start with this
collaboration, and for the event launch or for
your press conference regarding this
partnership, you could wear it. You don’t have to
walk the ramp Markus. Just wear it. That would
be enough.” Kizy said.
“This could do.” Markus said, nodding his head.
“There’s one more thing.” Kizy said, interrupting
his thoughts.
“What?” Markus said.