rage

“The next time I ask you about the purse, you're going to regret not answering me the first time."

He still didn't talk, instead he howled and groaned in pain. I heard Harry groan in the earpiece, it was making him uncomfortable, he couldn't see it but he didn't have to, he could hear the gravity of pain I was inflicting upon the man through his cries.

He still didn't talk. I pushed my knee into the back of his neck pressing the front on the hard floor, he choked.

“I'll talk." He said, his voice was short of breath, in a few seconds he would surely suffocate and die, and he was only saying it now because he was trying to save his life, i was certain he felt his soul slipping out of his toes.

His words made me angry, he would talk meaning he actually knew what happened to my Cristela, I held him there for my own benefit, I was angry and i wanted him dead, I wished I could raise his from death only to kill him all over again, this time slower.

“Pleeee." The man managed to squeak out. Se