“I’ve been doing this for twenty years. Do you really think that I’ll be afraid of a few puny cops? Haven’t you heard of Bullet Head? That’s me, punk!” The bald thug bared his teeth at me. He sent my face smashing into the wall again and again. I felt something wet and sticky flowing from my forehead down onto my cheeks. Then, suddenly, the bald thug stopped.
I wasn’t a fighter. The bald thug’s fit of violence sent me collapsing onto the ground in a boneless heap. I could feel my head swimming. The thugs didn’t seem like they were done with me yet. The bald man unzipped his pants. His features twisted grotesquely as he smirked cruelly. “I can make this easy for you, kid. I’m in the mood for something special. Suck my d**k and I’ll let you go.”
The bald thug grabbed a thin metal rod fro
