"Fuck you, motherfucker," Tony spat at the man in front of him. Restrained by two heavyset degenerates, he met the eyes of the impatient carl before he was pistol whipped. The burn seeped into his skin and nerves, nothing more than decrepit physical pain to comfort a single soul in the nearing death sentence.
No thoughts.
He had already said his last words.
Selfish and cold, the man went out laughing.