No Mercy

The man howls in pain, stumbling back and clutching at his leg, but before Ramsey can savor the moment, the first thug retaliates with a barrage of fists.

Each hit lands with brutal precision, leaving Ramsey gasping for breath, his vision blurring at the edges.

The room echoes with the sickening sound of flesh meeting flesh as they continue their assault. Each blow lands heavier than the last, and Ramsey feels consciousness slipping away like sand through his fingers.

"Keep hitting him! Make sure he remembers this!" the burly thug yells, spitting on the floor as he winds up for another punch.

Ramsey's vision blurs, but he fights to stay alert. "You think you're strong? Just two pathetic bullies trying to play tough?" he manages to spit out, even as he feels the sting of another blow.

"Keep talking, rat," the lean thug taunts, slamming a fist into Ramsey's jaw, sending him reeling. He topples to the floor, the chair going down with him.