13
Mar
17

6. Aftermath

Coup

 

Relentless.  Hard.  Fists thudded into his gut.  Every bit of strength behind every single punch.

Knocking the wind out of him.  Knocking sense into him.  TALK! 

Pitiless.  Only one thing mattered.  Get the captive to loosen his tongue.  Smacking steel into his belly.  Without mercy.  Beating the reluctance out of him. 

 

Let’s see  …..

 

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