Detective Kenny Harley,
"Pick him up and strap him in" Andy ordered his men
I coughed up blood, my skull hadn't cracked yet and my teeth were still intact. He picked me up, getting me to my feet, my whole world was spinning. They dropped me on a chair in the center of the room. I tried to struggle, but because of my nauseated condition, it was more or less useless.
[Dame Kenny...what the hell are made of, man?] Andy remarked [Listen to me...it wasn't us] I said [Come on, don't lie...well not that I care anymore, I am sure your death will be a nice example, to whoever is shitting on us] Andy said calmly [Just listen to me!...] I said again
Suddenly one of the guys appeared behind me and splashed me. It went in my eyes and mouth, it was gasoline, he was holding a gallon. He continued to splash it on me, then proceeding to spread it around me, forming a circle.
