The Hounds of Retribution

Chapter 20 - A Beating To Remember

2 weeks later, Day 18

2 weeks had passed since Alpha, Beta and Gamma had treated the scumbag’s injuries as well as having provided proper sustenance.

After the scumbag had recovered, then came the opportunity to try to lay his hands on me, as I promised.

Before the fight, I then told the scumbag, “You know, I would like to make a gentleman’s agreement with you: If you beat me, we will set you free, if I win, then we will decide how to punish you. Fair enough?”

The scumbag replied, “You’re on. After all, I wanted to see if you would make a better punching bag than that pussy.”

I then told him, “Are you sure it is not the other way around?”

He then said, “Very well then, make sure you do not call for your goons to help you.”

I just shrugged and said, “Whatever you say, I can take you on myself. And guess what, you cannot call for help either, because once your handcuffs are off and the doors are sealed, there is no escape for both of us.”

I may be smaller than him – 5-foot-9 and 160 pounds – but I have dealt with the likes of guys bigger than him so he better not be surprised if I kicked his ass.

One of my goons removed the handcuffs and then locked the door so we could begin. As an honorable gesture, I allowed him to take the first blow. He punched me in the face, then again in the gut, and then he grabbed me by my collar to slam me towards the wall. He sure was tough, yes, after all, he loves getting violent so I allowed him to let it out, but the problem is, his blows were less painful than a mosquito bite.

He tried to punch again, but then I dodged, and then I landed a knee straight to the gut, and while he was doubling over, I landed an elbow straight to the back of his head. As he was down on the ground, he was in serious pain, so I told him, “Get up!”

He got up, and then charged at me with the same rage he unleashed when he laid his hands on the poor boy and his mother (birth mother). As he was punching, I was dodging. And after dodging some of his blows, he got exhausted, so I decided to seize the opportunity to finish him off.

I then landed a combination of punches and kicks and when he was on the ground, I started mounting at him and then I started punching him repeatedly on the face.

And as I was doing that, I told him, “This one is for your first wife.”, then I punched him hard.

And before the next blow, I then said, “This one is for the poor boy you mistreated.”, and I punched him.

And afterwards, I then said, “This one is for Susan and Max, who you ditched like the coward that you are!”, and after saying that I continued to repeatedly punch his face until he yelled, “I yield! I YIELD!”

I then decided that those beatings were enough, and as my goons opened the door, they immediately handcuffed the scumbag, and then I told him, “You lose. Now you will face the consequences of your actions.”

I decided to place the scumbag in solitary confinement inside the darkest room in the building, where there are no lights. We opened the small window which only opens from outside and told him to put out his hands so we could remove his handcuffs so he could be able to do basic functions like eat, should we give him any meals.