87 - He isn't weak

"Well, the size of the hole was so big that my finger can get through... I think a fair price for a finger damage is exactly a finger. Don't you think men?" I asked the six security guards who had just entered. They were trained to know that I am always right, so as soon as I finished speaking a loud and clear answer was heard.

"Yes, boss!" They said in chorus as the man began to cry in despair trying to get away from me.

"Hold him." I said in a cold tone.

"Yes, boss!" The guards held the man, when he tried to get up to look at me and beg for mercy, the guards took his hair and forced him to lower his head keeping his gaze on my foot.

"Look down like the pigs." I said.

"Please Mr. Price, I have a daughter to take care of at home... if I lose a finger, I won't get the money to take care of her." The man said with a tear stained face.