I patiently wait for as long as she needs, all the while eyeing the squirming, begging, sobbing, wailing shell of a man from the side of my eye.
Whoever concocted these drugs deserves to have it shoved down their throats, up their asses,- or however it's meant to be ingested.
I'm disgusted.
In a few minutes she calms down and with a trembling body detaches herself from me, after which she stumbles towards the door.
I stare at the man for a moment while raising my hand, aiming at him. "Any last words?"
In a strange turn of events, he gains some clarity and focuses on me. He opens his arms wide apart, inviting any harm I might wish to dish out, and looks me in the eyes. "Take care of them… Please."
"I will protect them. May you rest in peace."
"Thank you... Thank you..." He mouths his gratitude amidst great sorrow.
