time to get evil and in this chapter the villain will be revealed. keep tuned and if your enjoying this please review. Please forgive me for how short my recent chapters have been but it's getting hard at the mo to keep up with my stories and my University work. The only thing that's keeping me sane is writing this story so I hope everyone appreciates the work I've put into this despite all the stressful situations I have been going through recently. This is going to get quite nasty so warning... but enjoy anyway.

Shortly but surely, Tintin's eye's began to flut and flitter pulling him back to the cruel world he knew only to well. As he woke up his head was hanging backwards off the chair he was currently residing in and as he tried to move he realised he was tightly tied tired to the chair by tight binding around his wrists and ankles. Pulling his head up he squinted trying to gain sight of the room he was in. The walls were stone reminding him of a place he hadn't been in a while. Pain radiated through through the wound upon his head and felt blood gently trickling from his ear. He couldn't remember how he had ended up here and was confused as to how his attacker had subdued him. The cell door opened revealing the clocked man again. He kept to the side of the wall and then approached the bound Tintin, who was looking defiantly in return.

"So Tintin Delcourt" He said slowly. "I always knew I'd find out your middle name"

The accent Tintin identified was german no doubt about that, exceptionally heavy and broad as well and the voice seemed very familar to him. He pushed that particular thought to the back of his head but was interupted by a sharp slap across his cheek. He blinked on frustation, then the man reached forward, grasping Tintin's throath tightly.

"And you thought I was dead, well sorry to burst your bubble"

He let go of Tintin's throath and slowly removed his hood revealing a face he thought he would never see again, but strangely he wasn't surprised.

"You?!" Tintin growled. "Dr J W Muller, I might have known. What the hell do you want?"

Muller was particuallary taken aback by now defiant Tintin was but made a mental note to bring the twenty two year old to his bony knees.

"I'm just going to succeed were others have failed"

Tintin watched helplessly as Muller removed his gloves and flexed his hands untill they cracked, causing an involentary twitch from Tintin. The bag beside the door slowly began to empty to reveal weapons that only had the intention of inflicting pain and murder, inculding a whip and various knifes. Muller smiled at Tintin's discomfort and appproached him holding a long knife in one hand and a whip in the other. As he stared deeply into Tintin's eyes he saw the total defiance within the hazel eyes through his own criminally vicious dim brown eye's. He slowly sliced down Tintin's thin sleeping material across his chest and then placed the knife against Tintin's thoath. Tintin shivered as the coldness of the knife touched his skin surrounding the organ that enabled him to breath and the vital organ that kept his blood running through his viens. Muller suddenly sliced the knife straight across his chest form the top right down to just above his naval. The wound wasn't exactly deep and to Mullers discontent Tintin didn't even scream, he only gritted his theeth however a slight grunt did find it's way out. Dropping the whip he pulled Tintin's head back by grabbing his hair and without hesitation stabbed him straight in the shoulder and twisted it pushing it deeper. Muller smiled with glee as the most uncontrolable scream contorted its way out.

"See, pretty soon you will be begging for me to kill you!" Muller whispered menacing into Tintins ear. Tintin forced his eyes shut as Muller slowly and torturously pulled the 10inh knife out of his shoulder enjoying the grunts as Tintin tried to push away the pain. As he finally released the tip from his shoulder he breathed deeply in relief but almost instantly he felt his own warm red, red blue run down his arm. Closing his eye's he tried to make his own mind overtake and send him into his unconcious but Muller had other ideas.

Will get nasty... I promise you... Keep reviewing if you like, I always love reviews. Till the next chapter and I really hope that people are actually enjoying this, so review away, I really do love nice reviews. No flames or insults please, insults are not what I call reviews.