Jax winced in pain when Hank squeezed his hand in a death grip as if he was about to crush his wrist bones. However, not even a small sound escaped his lips which ruffled the rougish man even further.
With one push, Hank sent Jax flying toward the mouth of the very dark corridor, to where Jax had thought of going, a few moments before he bumped into the former.
It was not a hard push, but to the already exhausted body of the young man, where even a slight nudge would make him go stumbling now, it was too excessive to with hold his footing.
Thus, with a low thud, Jax fell on the ground as he flew back four or five steps at a time. Somehow, he landed on his very wounded left hand while protecting his much sensitive head, which doubled over the pain he felt right now.
Pain shot to his entire body through his left hand which shortly started bleeding much profusely, as it dripped on to the ground beneath him.
Jax groaned in pain inaudibly after regaining his bearings, while his breath turned shallow, coming out of his lungs as small but silent huffs. He didn't want to make any sound and give such satisfaction to this masochistic maniac.
However, Hank, who was now standing one step away from him, stepped on his left hand just as Jax was about to stand up.
F*CK!
Jax cursed under his breath, he felt like whacking the face of that nut job of a human being.
Jax knew he had already aggravated Hank beyond limits, as the latter's face had been darkened even murkier than the bottom of a burnt pot. However, his stubbornness wouldn't allow him to submit to such a psychopath.
He didn't want to end up as another Garry.
He even tried his best to avoid them as much as possible. But when everything in the world was working against him, including his sh*t luck, how could he possibly escape the inevitable?
However, everything went awry when he finally said what he shouldn't have said to a maniac in the first place.
So all Jax could do now was to go along with the flow, after all the word 'peace' seemed to leave his life, the moment Hank fixed his eyes on himself.
"What happened Jax? Why can't I hear a single thing from you now?" Hank asked mockingly, while increasing the pressure of his foot on Jax's hand.
Jax glared daggers at the foot that was pressing down heavily, drawing more blood, before turning his icy gaze toward Hank's face which was equipped with one of his trademark arrogant smirks.
"I really want to experience hearing some heart wrenching, loud cries from you. What should I do to reach my goal?" Hank asked him like he was inquiring about the menu for their dinner later that night.
Jax remained tight lipped, enduring the bone crushing pain. Seeing this, the viciousness in Hank's eyes intensified as he slowly lifted his leg, only to stomp on the latter's hand with much force.
Still, he couldn't earn a satisfying reaction from Jax, who only gritted his teeth harder, seemingly not willing to make a sound.
"Do any one of you have a better idea?" Hank asked, turning to face his sidekicks, without removing his foot from its position.
"Should we punch him in the gut hard? Like really, really hard," said one of them.
"Or we can kick him, it will inflict more pain than a mere punch," said another one.
"Hmm, why don't we try both? We can easily find out which one is effective faster that way rather than discussing this," said the bald headed one, with a small meaningful smile on his lips.
"So, what's the late? Boss, who should you think would try this suggestion?" asked the first man.
They thought that Hank would ask them to beat him up, like they usually did to their play things. But to everyone's surprise, Hank lifted the young man grabbing his collar himself, before saying one word.
"Me."
Even before that one word could register in their minds, Jax's gut received a painful blow from Hank's muscled fist, which left the later grunting in pain.
And before he could recover from it, Hank kneed him in the gut, by grabbing both of his shoulders before yanking him down to his knee level in the next second.
A blow to his gut followed that knee kick, which was followed by a roundhouse kick to his head as Hank literally used him as a punching bag by alternating his blows with kicks.
Jax struggled to catch his breath from the harsh treatment from this whack job, but his mouth remained closed shut.
After nearly repeating this pattern for two times, seemingly bored from hitting the young man, Hank stopped abruptly as he held Jax in place before turning to face his henchmen once again.
"It's a failed attempt guys. Our friend here seems to be quite a tough nut to crack. So, you should think out of box to make him bid to our wishes," Hank calmly explained his motive, like he was a senior scientist elaborating his findings on a research project to his fellow scientists.
"Out of the box?" asked the bald headed inmate, smirking.
"I think I know the answer to that problem, Boss," added the tattooed man, with a creepy but meaningful smile hanging on his lips.
Though his mind didn't stop buzzing, Jax could still sense a bad premonition when those few words reached his ears.
"And, what that could be?" he heard Hank's voice ringing closer to him.
"If we can't make him scream by beating him, we can always 'do' him," replied that creepy man with much enthusiasm.
"Do him you say, huh?" Hank touched his chin, seemingly thinking carefully about the suggestion. "Call 'him' then." 'He' will be glad to have such a young man to satiate 'himself'.
On the other hand, the ringing sound in Jax's head prevented him from discerning that small conversation clearly and what kind of precarious situation they were trying to put him through.