Griffin's eyes locked onto the gleaming sword in the man's hand, knowing what was coming but he was powerless to stop it. With a swift, brutal motion, the blade was driven into his abdomen.
A sharp pain tore through his body, and blood spilled from his mouth as he doubled over, gasping. The leader and his men burst into cruel laughter, their mocking voices echoing through the night.
"Pray to the Lord that I didn't skin you alive, Griffin," the leader sneered, his voice dripping with malice. "You and your filthy family owed me a lot of money."
Gritting his teeth against the pain, Griffin reached out with a trembling hand, gripping the man's boot. "I will haunt you to death," he muttered, his voice weak but filled with venom. "Remember my words."
