No matter how hard Erick tried to concentrate, even if only slightly, to reduce the bleeding from the bullet wounds in his shoulder and leg, the blows he received from Clifford and his men made the task much harder and heavier than Erick thought possible.
The sound of the sea filled Erick's ears, and Clifford's voice was muffled from time to time by the sound of the waves crashing against the yacht's hull.
But none of that mattered at the moment.
Inside Erick's mind, there was only one sentence.
'Why don't you all shove yourselves up each other's asses and become one giant robot? SOMEONE LET ME THINK, FOR FUCK'S SAKE!'
And yet, the glowing metal rod that one of Clifford's men was holding still found its way through Erick's skin.
The scream that echoed from his throat could have been heard a long way off, had it not been for the sound of the waves crashing against the hull of Clifford's luxury boat.
