The Fist Of God

There was pin-drop silence in the room, eventually shattered by Elias guffawing loudly. He banged on the desk as if he had heard the best joke of his life. Victor’s words had somehow struck his maniacal funny bone. But actually, it was a pitiful scene to watch since his charming personality had vanished, replaced by a shallow man.

“You are hilarious, Victor! Did you just say you’ll take EVERYTHING from me? Who do you think you are? The President of the country? The Prince of Britannia? Or are you the Chosen One? Poverty and rejection have driven you crazy, it seems! A man who has nothing claims to have the power to take away everything! What a joke!”

Elias’s expression became serious, and he turned to his goons. “Attack the loser now! Break his legs and arms! But don’t kill him yet! I will make Victor into a cripple first! He has yet to watch his beloved women violated in my sex dungeon!”