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/Tracy's POV/ We were heading our little attacker down to the basement when I figured it was a bad idea and decided to move him up to the attic instead. Well except from the general cleaning and f the house we hired people to do before moving into the house, we haven't opened the place up and it still looks dusty and croaky because of the wood sounds. I tied the man to a chair and beat him endless but he still refused to so a word about who he really is and it irked me. He was a brutal Assassin who seem to have already gotten used to the torture, I didn't want to advance in my torture on him soon. "Why won't you say anything?" I asked staring at his swollen face and his bloody nose and mouth. He had blood mixed with saliva dripping down from his mouth as an impact of the last fist I had