"Please! I'm ready to talk! Please, don't kill me! I'll do whatever you want!"
A man with a face swollen like a pig's butt screamed in fear, his eyes glued to the floor, too terrified to make eye contact with the demon in human skin standing in front of him. His arms and legs were twisted at unnatural angles, completely immobile.
Hmmm...
Tarkan made a thoughtful expression, like he was trying to decide whether or not to let him speak. Weird.
"I swear I'll tell you anything you want to know! I'll even rat out my mama for you, just, just give me a chance to talk!"
The accountant was terrified of Tarkan. He had been beating him for a while now. After every few hits, Tarkan would make that same contemplative expression, just like now, shake his head, and continue the beating.
Seeing that Tarkan's current silence was stretching longer than usual, the accountant couldn't help but throw in one more desperate plea.
