Your back against the wall only leave you with only one choice.
Move forward.
Calmly or With Fierce Hostility.
"You son of a bitch." Don Sylvester shouted as he slapped Marco Polo again. This time, the slap weighed heavily on Marco who was already fidgeting from drugs that he fell on his knees. "Lift him up." Don Sylvester ordered the two men at Marco Polo's side to raise him up holding his arms, allowing Don Sylvester to easily land a punch on Marco's belly. "All you know how to do is drugs." Don Sylvester kept shouting as he punched the defenseless Marco repeatedly.
"Let him go". He ordered the men when he was satisfied that he had inflicted enough pain on him and the men left Marco to land on the ground pathetically.
"So pathetic. I regret having you as my son you know. Like what the fuck is wrong with you?"
"l'm sorry Dad." Marco Polo said holding his stomach on the floor.
