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Author's POV. “Where is this place?” Ben asked, ignoring Augustus' question. “Why did you tie me to the chair? Let me go!” Augustus didn't turn back to look at Ben’s face. He faced the wall and crossed his arms behind his back. “Relax Ben, I wouldn't hurt you. You are more valuable alive to me than dead,” he spoke without mincing words. Ben stared at him, trying to make a meaning out of his words. “What do you want, Augustus?” His face neither brightened up nor looked sad. Rather, it had a frown on it. “I want to help you, Ben, I know what it is that you desire.” He turned back and for the first time, Ben saw his face. Not everyone knew him physically as he was always in a mask, to maintain his mysterious profile. He had a scar on the left side of his face which almost destroyed it.