Back Home, Once Again

"Get away from me," I said, flailing around on the wall. "Get away!"

"Why do you make me sound like some abusive husband? I'm just doing my job, and enjoying it," he said. "It's sad that you ever thought you could beat me. You acted so cocky, so sure that your inexperienced self was going to defeat me."

He stared directly at my eyes, his face widened by his smirk. "Now, tell me for the last time," he said, his face creepingly molding back into a frown. "Where are the briefcases?"

I couldn't tell him. I couldn't… Then he tightened, as my bones slowly began to tear. "Where are the briefcases, Connor. Trust me, I have no problem killing your friends. Brie's going to have something special done to her, you'll be the first to see it after I crush those fragile bones in your neck."

His eyes turned to a devilish gaze, as he continued to tighten and smile at my suffering. "Where are the briefcases?" he asked, his eyes looking like they were glowing.