“I guess there’s only one way to find out,” he said right before his head moved away from me and he casually walked towards Atlas as if he was just walking in the f*****g park.
“What are you–”
He doesn’t even let Atlas finish his sentence before landing a blow on Andersons’ gut, which made him scream again.
“f**k!” He shouted in agonizing pain and the two brothers glanced at each other with a grin, obviously pleased with their doing.
And oh… my… god…
Wes was right. That was hot as f u c k.
The two began to go to work. They took turns holding up Anderson while the other brother took calculated blows all across his body so that he would feel the pain and still be conscious. I have no idea where they learned to do this, but they clearly knew how to go about it. They knew exactly wha
