A slap resounded across the small building, followed by a tooth flying out of a bloodied mouth. Whimpers filled a small room as a man tightly clutched his hands and feet, bounded by ropes while sitting on the metal chair.
"How many are there?!" Dmitri grabbed the man's jaw and lifted it up, glaring at its lifeless eyes.
"I... will not tell you anything!" The man gritted his teeth, blood flowing through the gaps. "My mouth, has a price... something you cannot afford—!"
Dmitri tightened his grip on the jaw, shove it forward, and watched as the man fell to the ground, helpless.
"Argh! Why are you doing this? We didn't do shit to you?"
He shouted in pain, grunting and cursing Dmitri to hell back and forth. They were having fun during patrol and suddenly met a disaster from some punk they didn't know.
His girl, bound like him, whimpered. Fear gripped her mouth from speaking anything.
"Who are those corpses from the intersection? Did you kill them?"
