Robert widened his eyes in surprise when he saw them marching toward him.
"Sir... Mr. Sinclair... Why are you asking them to beat—" His words faded as the mighty fist of one of the large men standing beside him landed on his cheek, causing his head to tilt at a ninety-degree angle.
He let out a loud howl—as the nameless pain could be felt on his face—echoing throughout the room.
Before Robert raised his head, the other man's fist hit the other side of his cheek with the same force. A roar of pain sounded once again, this time louder than before.
"Arghh…"
The more Robert screamed in agony because of the pain he felt, the stronger the punch landed on his cheeks. It was as if these two men were punching him as punishment for the noise he created.
Gradually, Robert no longer had the energy to cry and scream in pain. Instead, he tasted metal in his mouth, and warm liquid slowly dripped down the edge of his lips and onto the white floor.
