?Yer wife?s already dead, ma?e.?
?No??
?Fraid so. Th? li?le ones wa?ched. Cu? her eyelids off firs??
?NO! NO, I?LL KILL YOU!?
?Know ?ow I kept yer kids quie???
Michael Rollins convulsed in his chair. He tried in vain to break free of his restraints. The jackal was perched on the edge of a table positioned across from the victim like a deranged gargoyle, ever observant. The canine features visible in the dimly lit conditions were twisted into a grin of smug satisfaction. Idly, the blade of his knife was dragged across his palm. That sickly gaze was locked on the progression of the weapon before snapping back to the guard. He shouted curses, first. Curses and threats: they all did that. They all began as proud men?even while strapped to a chair in a room that reeked of mold and death. Some took longer to break. Some required physical pain while others were better to speak to. To get inside their heads. Then, once it hit them; once they realized that they weren?t likely to see another sunrise, they begged. They begged and pleaded until tears?forbidden to this type of man?streamed down their dirty faces and their voices grew hoarse; until the flesh of their wrists was raw against the rope and chain.
When the shouting had ebbed, the raspy voice of the jackal split the silence, barely a voice at all, ?I cu? her fingers off one a? a time, an? shoved ?em in ?eir moufs.?
A free hand traveled to his jacket and his fingers prowled the fabric for the pocket. From here, a wedding band was produced; gold with an array of diamonds. Traditional. It was thrown at Michael?s forehead and with a cheerful clink, fell to the floor.
?No??
?Fraid so. Th? li?le ones wa?ched. Cu? her eyelids off firs??
?NO! NO, I?LL KILL YOU!?
?Know ?ow I kept yer kids quie???
Michael Rollins convulsed in his chair. He tried in vain to break free of his restraints. The jackal was perched on the edge of a table positioned across from the victim like a deranged gargoyle, ever observant. The canine features visible in the dimly lit conditions were twisted into a grin of smug satisfaction. Idly, the blade of his knife was dragged across his palm. That sickly gaze was locked on the progression of the weapon before snapping back to the guard. He shouted curses, first. Curses and threats: they all did that. They all began as proud men?even while strapped to a chair in a room that reeked of mold and death. Some took longer to break. Some required physical pain while others were better to speak to. To get inside their heads. Then, once it hit them; once they realized that they weren?t likely to see another sunrise, they begged. They begged and pleaded until tears?forbidden to this type of man?streamed down their dirty faces and their voices grew hoarse; until the flesh of their wrists was raw against the rope and chain.
When the shouting had ebbed, the raspy voice of the jackal split the silence, barely a voice at all, ?I cu? her fingers off one a? a time, an? shoved ?em in ?eir moufs.?
A free hand traveled to his jacket and his fingers prowled the fabric for the pocket. From here, a wedding band was produced; gold with an array of diamonds. Traditional. It was thrown at Michael?s forehead and with a cheerful clink, fell to the floor.