Fred had already been punished. His body was covered in bruises and cuts. The pain was so intense he couldn't even tell where it hurt most.
Thirteen carried him downstairs and threw him into the car. When he opened the sack, Fred's pale, terrified face immediately appeared.
Thirteen raised an eyebrow. "Seriously? Did you pee yourself?"
Fred glared at Thirteen but stayed silent. His eyes were fierce like he wanted to tear Thirteen apart right then and there.
"Chantie, this guy's a coward. I bet he'll lose his mind before we even get started," Thirteen said as he kicked Fred a few more times. He noticed how soaked Fred's face was with sweat.
Thirteen was surprised. He never thought a man could look this terrified.
To Chantelle, Fred had always seemed cold and ruthless. He never showed fear. But now, judging by his state, he was clearly shaken, maybe because of the injuries he'd suffered.
