Chapter 80: Execution Plan – The Game
"Come on, I broke mine without wasting a second!" Hendricks sneered, twirling the blood-stained rod in his hand.
"ARRCCCCHKKK!!!"
A sickening crack rang out, again and again, each strike more brutal than the last. The young assistant's body contorted under the repeated blows, his natural posture—a stance his friends had once admired—was now a grotesque parody of itself. He stood limping, hunched, and trembling. His shoulders were dislocated, his arm dangled uselessly at his side, and his legs were twisted beyond recognition. His bones jutted out in horrifying angles, exposed through torn flesh and muscle.
He looked dead, yet cursed to remain alive, his breaths shallow, uneven.
