Draven
I’m standing in front of the piece of shi.t who hurt my girl. He’s tied to a chair after being beaten the shi.t out of, waterboarded, electrocuted, etc. The sleeves of my shirt are rolled up to my elbows. I beat the crap out of him myself without asking him a damn thing. I’m an ex-cage fighter, for fuc.k sakes, I could’ve killed the prick with one punch. Luckily for him, I know how to throw a punch. I know what will cause the most damage and what will stun a man.
My men have been working on him for days, ever since they took him from the hospital. No way out for him. Paul escaping was a fluke, never to be repeated.
There’s nothing to ask this motherfucke.r. I know everything I need to know already. I just want the cunt to suffer before I finally put him out of his misery. Nothing
