Dew knew that Scully was an F-ranked physical adventurer, so he as a normal person didn't stand a chance against him. This might have been different if he had a weapon, but even with one he wasn't sure he'd be fast enough to hit Scully.
So as Scully started to saunter over, his first reaction was to rush over to his left as a way to gain distance between the two. His feet felt numb as he pounded to floor in his attempt to flee, but no matter hard hard Dew tried, he couldn't escape the physically enhanced Scully.
Dew flew to the ground as he was hit on his left shoulder. The pain from the punch wasn't to severe, but it still stoped Dew in his tracks as he ate dirt. For a few moments nothing happened, so thinking of a new way to escape, he tried reasoning with Scully. Dew looked up at Scully, who had a pronounced sneer, and spoke "why are you doing this, I'll just quit the job of you want me to be punished", which a strained voice.
Scully, still with a sneer plastered on his face, replied with a cocky tone "I don't care if you quit, I just hate you and your family". This confused Dew, as he hadn't done anything to anger Scully, and his parents had been deceased for years.
As if to answer Dew's inner monologue, Scully's grin seems to widen further as he remarked "Dew, I have always been the boss of this company, and I remember your parents very well". Dew's eyes widened as Scully continued, "They were very kind people, which are the kind I hate the most". Still looking down on Dew, whose eyes were now filling with tear, he added "They weren't as silent as your friends when I gouged out their eyes, and cut their throats with their own finger nails".
Dew was silent for a while, as his tears began to dry, and his sadness was replaced with anger. He had always known how messed up this world was, but never to this extent. Was someone's life worthless if they didn't have power? Was there no justice in this world?
As Dews anger continued to intensify, he no longer felt the need to flee. If he was destined to die to die from his bosses scummy hands, then he'd accept his fate and join his parents in the afterlife. After all, he has always been a good boy, just like his parents and those before them.
Clenching his hands so hard they began to draw blood, he picked himself up, and faced his demonic boss who had been giggling seeing Dew struggle. Dews only saw red as he threw him self at Scully, grabbing his shoulders and attacking Scully like a wild animal. He no longer cared about his life, as it had been cruel and short.
After a couple minutes of attacking, Dew was Neumann through out the entirety of his body, and could no longer move his arms. His vision started to blur as he looked at Scully, who was still standing straight, and had a shit eating grinned on his unharmed face.
"Weaklings will never amount to anything, after all those with power will always be at the top looking down on garbage like you"
Dew slumped over, exhausted and scared. The adrenaline which corset through his veins had run out, leaving him empty. When this happened, Scully finally began to move, as he neared Dew and raised his fist.
What happened after could be considered torture for for hell itself. As Scully beat Dew, only hitting the parts which were non-vital like his legs and arms. This beating continued for hours, as by the end the sun was resting upon the horizon.
Dew could no longer feel his limbs, as they looked like a heap of roadkill you would find on the side of a street. Blood filled his mouth, making breathing a difficult task. He could no longer see, as his bison was so blurry making out objects was near impossible. When Dew was about to die, looking to the scarlet horizon, the beating finally stopped.
Scully looked down on him one last time, with his iconic sneer still abundant on his face, which was now covered with Dew's blood. He began to saunter towards the entrance, but not before looking to the round man at the front table, and telling him to "clean the mess up".
With a slight nod, the man walked towards Dew's broken body as Scully left the premise. He picked up Dew's body, and dragged him outside to a pit, just big enough to fit Dew's large body inside. The man shoved Dew's body into the pit, and being the lazy piece of shit he is, didn't even burry him as he walked away in the direction Scully went.
"What a life", Dew thought to himself, as the starlet light in the sky began to disappear. His voice was ragged, as he whispered ,"I wish there was something I could do, to help cleanse this cruel world before I have to go".
The sky was now pitch black, as the light of the sun had left the sky bare and dark. There was an intense silence, as even the crickets didn't chirp. Out of this silence, came a voice devoid of kindness, and deeper than the sea.
[IF THAT'S SO, I HAVE A DEAL TO PROPOSE]