INSTA-Daddy

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[TOM]

"Don't worry. She's not dead yet."

Somehow, my spirit lifted up. A hint of hope visited my thoughts. It was visible with corner of my lips curling upward to form half a smile.

"But she will though," Brandon added, causing me to freeze from my thoughts once again.

My desperation was melting my pride away. A desperation that combined with exhaustion.

"Don't... Don't hurt her," I wailed. Brandon was still beaming at me. He was enjoying seeing me suffering. All these because I killed his brother, who was raping the girl I first loved.

"I'll do anything," I sighed almost to a muffle.

Brandon eyes widened in delight. "What's that? I couldn't hear you."

Liar. I know quite well his hearing is perfectly working.

"I said I'd do anything! Just.." I paused for a heavy sigh. "...just don't hurt her."

Brandon chuckled proudly, as if this was what he was waiting to hear the entire time.

"Very well then," he grinned widely, exposing his teeth. "Here's what were going to do. Listen carefully."

I lend him my ears with no interest. My face remained stoic as I stared at him.

"I'll take off your chains. And we'll beat you up. No. I'll beat you up real good. And you won't lay a finger on me."

My eyes widened, and I smirked in disgust.

Technically, I have no choice but to agree. With a heavy heart, I nodded. Then, his goons removed my chains until I was free to make any movement.

I thought of attacking them with what's left of my strength, trick them. However, Brandon wasn't an idiot. He looked like one though, just saying.

One of his boys grabbed a good of Pace who was still in chains. It seemed that Brandon hit him hard enough to keep him unconscious until now. The goon who had Pace pinned his own gun to his forehead.

I gritted my teeth and clenched my fists in irritation. If only I didn't waste my strength for the lesser weaklings earlier, I would still have the strength to take this bigger force right now.

"One wrong move and we'll have Pace's brain splattered all over the place," Brandon dared with the same smug face he had from earlier.

"And your girlfriend's too," he added and I was stunned. I sighed in defeat.

Brandon moved forward, closer to me. I closed my eyes, ready to take his first hit. He swings the bat to my face. I felt like my face was going to break. My face was throbbing with the pain.

He yelled a scream of satisfaction. He chuckled and swung the baseball bat again, this time on the other side if my face. Blood spurt out of my mouth. I kept my balance, forced myself to not collapse like Pace. But it was difficult.

Even though my knees were trembling weak, I did my best to remain standing. However, Brandon hit the baseball bat on the back of my knee, causing me to kneel down with a loud wail. I clenched my jaws and bit the insides of my cheeks to suppress the pain.

I was about to stand up, but the baseball bat hit me again on my back where my lungs practically are. I think I heard a crack which could either mean a bone on my rib cage broke, or I was having illusions.

My body laid flat to the floor. I could hear Brandon laughing. There were other laughters mixing as well. They were cheering, howling, whistling even.