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Al-Amin

It was two in the morning, he couldn't sleep, not after what happened last night. The whore he had brought home was a spy, if he hadn't came out of the bathroom sooner, she would have planted the camera. Fuck her! 

But she was so trained, he had to admit. She had been in the torture room since the last eighteen hours and still she hadn't given up the name of who she works for.

How dare that slut!

Al-Amin poured himself another glass of champagne. He picked up the glass and took the long hallway past the hall then took the elevator down to the library.

The torture room was soundproof and situated in the library. He entered a code on the wall and the shelves separated while he strolled in.

"Did she talk yet?" He asked.

"No boss." Zach answered.

Al-amin took from the tools laid out on the table. Maria's eyes followed it. The scalpel, hamme