The night before.
"Mr. Crawford. . . do you find pleasure in beating women?" I asked the tied up man who was still looking at me with disbelief.
"You have no idea who I am do you?" Dain angrily shouted and I stop walking, eyeing this so called man.
I find it funny, so I start laughing, I laughing until I am close enough, to plant my foot into his face and make him fall backwards on his chair.
I fix my face back into a deadly scowl as my men picked him up groaning, and wincing.
"No. You have no idea who I am, and what exactly I can do." I lean, both hands on either sides of the arm of his chair, watching the blood as it trickles down his face. "Men like you disgust me. Women beaters, you're weak, hitting someone who can't fight back."
'I don't know what you're talking about, just let
