JUST A SMALL FAVOR

10 - FINALE

THE MAN DRENCHED IN BLOOD, SWEAT, AND TEARS - ALONG WITH OTHER BODILY FLUIDS - WAS PRAYING IN HIS HEAD. HE HOPED THAT WHATEVER MAGICAL CLOUD GOD WAS UP THERE COULD HEAR HIM AND FIND A WAY TO RESCUE HIM. HE WAS SORRY FOR EVERYTHING THAT HE HAD DONE IN IS LIFE. THE TIME HE SLAMMED THE DOOR ON THOSE MISSIONARIES; THE TIME HE CHEATED ON HIS BOYFRIEND OF 3 YEARS AND “JOHN” KICKED HIM TO THE CURB; THERE WAS ALSO THE TIME WHERE HE WAS WORKING THE STREETS AND a*****e OWNER OFFERED HIM A JOB…

THE MAN REMEMBERED THAT HE WAS HERE FOR THAT REASON. HE TRIED TO EARN A LITTLE MONEY THE RIGHT WAY AND IT BIT HIM IN THE ASS. THE OWNER IS JUST A SADISTIC PIECE OF s**t! WELL, I GUESS I DESERVE EVERYTHING THAT’S BEING DONE TO ME, THE MAN THOUGHT MOURNFULLY. THE MAN TRIED TO CRY BUT WITH HIS TEAR DUCTS DESTROYED IN THE EYE REMOVAL PROCESS AND HIS LIPS SEWN SHUT, HE COULD ONLY BREATHE HARD IN FRUSTRATION.

TONI TOOK THE MAN BOUND TO THE CHAIR DOWN FROM THE SHELVES AND DRAGGED HIM TO THE CONCRETE WALL THAT WAS CLOSEST TO THE METAL DOOR. IT WAS TIME TO FINISH THIS AND GET OUT OF HERE, HOPEFULLY.

TONI LOOSELY WRAPPED THE GREASY RAG FROM THE TOOLBOX AROUND THE MAN’S NECK. “I’M SORRY, IT WAS EITHER YOU OR ME”, TONI MUTTERED.

TONI HELD THE CLOTH IN HIS HAND TIGHTLY, PULLED THE MAN FORWARD WITH IT, AND SLAMMED HIS THE BACK OF HIS HEAD INTO THE CONCRETE WALL. HARD AND REPEATEDLY UNTIL THE MAN WAS GARGLING BLOOD THROUGH THE STICHES.

FOR GOOD MEASURE, TONI HELD THE MAN’S NOSTRILS OF HIS BROKEN NOSE SHUT SO AIR WOULD NOT COME EASILY. AFTER A FEW MORE BRUTAL BLOWS, TONI COULD SEE BRAIN MATTER ON THE WALL AND THE MAN WAS NO LONGER BREATHING. TONI DRAGGED THE CHAIR INTO THE VIEW OF THE CAMERA. THE DEAL WAS NOW DONE AND HE WAS NEXT IF HE DIDN’T THINK OF SOMETHING. TONI LOOKED STRAIGHT AT THE CAMERA LENS AS IF HE WAS LOOKING AT THE DEPRAVED OWNER HIMSELF. HE WAS EXHAUSTED AND PANTING.

“WANNA MAKE A DEAL?”