"…" But Maya didn't respond. She remained silent, her head buried in her legs, unable to face the carnage. Her lack of response was answer enough.
"Silence means no, then." Ross chuckled, and with a twisted grin, he turned back to the men before him.
He raised the hammer high, his grip firm, and brought it down with brutal precision.
The first blow sent a shudder through the room, a sickening crack as bone splintered beneath the force.
The man screamed over his mouth covering, his voice muffled and ragged, a desperate plea for mercy that fell on deaf ears.
But Ross didn't stop. The hammer rose and fell, again and again, each swing deliberate, each strike meant to prolong the agony.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
The hammer crashed down with unrelenting force, pulverizing flesh, breaking bones, and reducing the men to quivering, barely breathing shells of what they once were.
