"Plier." He called out to no one in particular and within a few moments, one of the guards returned with a plier presented on a royal purple silk-clad pillow. The old man, knowing the intent of the device that Remo now wielded, roused back to life, whimpering and pleading earnestly.
"I took it upon myself to take you in, and make your life comfortable, and this is how you decide to repay me," Remo began, inching towards the man who hurtled into a corner, shaking violently.
"Please, spare me, sir Alfonso, somebody, help me, please,"
"If you knew what was going to happen, why did you go ahead and disobey my order?" Remo continued, completely waving off his screams, as if no one outside would pick up on whatever was happening in the bookshop.
