"Let me have the key!" he asked approaching towards me.
I noticed his bloodstained T-shirt and feared that he must have acquired it from my punch. I feel no remorse about inflicting so much pain on him, in fact, from my part, he deserves more.
The one thing I realized was how he started falling with his hand heavily supporting his rib cage.
"If you want to die, then you are free to, at least, it will be a kind of punishment to you," I shouted straight to his face.
There was a high possibility that this man was acting, yes, maybe he was. Especially how he went on one knee struggling to stand, but then, he falls even harder on his side which was uninjured.
What made me start contemplating if this was actual reality was when he fell, and his face grew pale from just hearing me talk all these harsh words to him. Or rather from the pain.
