"Just hurry up."
Jane said and slowly started making her way to the elevator.
"And if you hear a scream, ignore it." Maxwell said and turned to stare at Henry, his eyes glowing with anger and disgust at his unconscious squirming.
The sight of him having a hard time was the only thing that slightly appeased him and didn't make him pull out his revolver to blow his head to bits.
Yes, he had a gun in him. It would actually sound strange if such a man didn't carry a gun to such an operation.
Well, he once asked himself before, if he was crazy for enjoying people being in pain, not caring if they lived or died, not caring if they deserved another chance, and not caring if they were worth his sympathy... Well, his answer was no.
And why was that?
