Mercy eyed the 6 foot man, gripping the arms of the leather seat he was tied down to. Men who he called his brothers surrounded the chair, snickering at his actions.
Mercy's most vulnerable state was being taken advantage of by the people he trusted the most.
Mercy clenched his jaw as the man toyed with a blade in the palm of his hand. He was no younger than 40, identical to Rick Fox.
His other hand held an unlit cigar, he showed it as if it was an award.
"You have two choices." He began, placing the cigar into a tray. "You can leave here on foot or a gurney."
