Edward plummeted to the floor, immediately clutching his bleeding eyes. He was writhing from left to left, unable to endure the level of agony he was in. He'd been blinded—blinded by those animalistic, sharp nails.
But Draven wasn't going to stop just there. He'd grabbed hold of Edward and repeatedly punched him so badly that the whole of Edward's face was bleeding. He was completely unrecognizable.
"Didn't I tell you to stay away from my wife?" Draven questioned. "Do you so badly want to die by my hands? Fine! I will give you just that!"
He began to kick Edward mercilessly and nonstop.
Edward groaned each time he did and continuously spurted out a mouthful of blood. His vision was starting to become blurry, and he could feel himself gradually falling into darkness.
