VICTOR

Numb, that what Victor felt mostly all over his body. His hand on which a bullet was shot was not moving and he wondered did it was even attached to his body because he can’t feel a damn thing on it. A hiss left his bleeding lips as he tried to sit up straight, his body leaning heavily on the tree trunk. Every breath of his was remainder of the kicks he had gotten from Adriano from previous 20 minutes on his ribs every time he breathed, a pain shot up through his ribs.

“Will you talk now?”  Adriano asked calmly brushing his bloody knuckles on his khaki pants, not even sparing him a single glance.

Victor laughed, his laughter mixed up with his coughed up voice as he spited blood on the floor. Edna took a deep calming breath at his act, her fist clenching at her sides looking at the shameful man still laughing in mirth.

“No.” Victor rasped out in coarse voice, wincing slightly as his tongue brushed his