Lucifer Laurens
Perhaps it was the blood under my boots or the fact I had to move an arm out of the way with my crutch but I couldn't have felt more at ease. I heard metal falling, and the sounds of flesh being hit repeatedly were echoing through the halls. I whistled softly, I heard this certain tune when Frank was drunk after being in the factory for so long, he was beating me, and in the background, the radio hummed. I reached the door where it seems like a bloodied body was dragged. I pushed the door open with my crutch, smiling as I heard the whimper. I stepped in and Will had Rogers by the hair, tied to a chair, black and blue.
"Let me go you sick f***s!" Rogers sobbed. I gesture for Will to stop driving the blade into his abdomen. He doesn't remove the blade.
"Ah, I love it when
