DESMOND
Blood sputtered out of his mouth as I punched his cheek so hard. He grunted.
“Oww that hurt more than I anticipated.” He replied before spitting out blood. I inhaled deeply and my anger once again spiked on a dangerous level. I began hitting him hard and with every punch came droplets of blood sputtering out his nostrils. Even though my hands were beginning to hurt my strength kept on renewing. I couldn’t stop thinking about the bruises on Maya’s face. The look of despair Ana had.
“Desmond!” Jackson yelled as he held me back from delivering the next punch. My fist were trembling and struggling against his hold but I couldn’t overpower him in the end.
“If you keep hitting him he’s going to be too damaged to start spilling anything.” He advised and I glanced at his eyes that were
