Ford started sweating profusely on his forehead. He looked at me, his face ashen, and pleaded tremblingly, "Zack, it was a misunderstanding. I was just... messing with you."
"You want to mess with me? Fine." I sneered, kicking him hard in the chest. Ford screamed and fell backward to the ground.
"Zack, I know I shouldn't have done that. Please, forgive me! I'll do whatever you say from now on!" He shouted, crawling up before me. Then, he started slapping himself frantically, hitting so hard that he started bleeding, but he didn't dare stop.
'Now you realize your mistake? But I gave you a chance before, and you didn't cherish it. Now it's too late! How could I keep someone who wants to kill me by my side? I must kill him today!'
"But when you were trying to kill me just now, you
