Within the quiet walls of the men's restroom, Ryan’s grunt bounced off the walls and empty stalls as he doubled over as Alexander’s fist drove into his midsection for the fourth time.
Pain exploded through him, stealing his breath for a second as he crouched, grabbing his mid section like doing so would magically make the pain fade away.
“How many now?” Alexander asked, his tone was even and controlled, like he wasn’t doing anything unusual at all.
His eyes were vacant and unforgiving. When Ryan looked up, locking gaze with them briefly, he gave up on the begging that sat briefly on his tongue.
“Four,” he croaked, coughing. “Isn’t that… isn't that punishment enough?” he asked, meeting Alexander’s gaze again.
Instead of sympathy, Alexander looked irritated by his question.
