The third slap sent the man's consciousness flickering like a dying lightbulb.
Immediately his head lolled to the side, eyes rolling back momentarily before desperately fighting to stay awake. A strangled moan escaped his ruined mouth.
Then Blood streamed from his nose and lips, streaming down his neck and staining his expensive shirt. Now his face had swollen beyond recognition—a grotesque, distorted mask of what it had been minutes before.
He tried to form words, but only unintelligible sounds bubbled through the blood. His thoughts scattered like frightened birds. Nothing made sense anymore. The pain clouded everything. The world had narrowed to this moment, this room, this punishment that he couldn't comprehend.
Raymond's palm stung as it connected with Trevor's jawline, the sound like a whip crack in the abandoned warehouse.
The man eyes rolled back, his knees buckling as he crumpled to the concrete floor with a dull thud.
