As much as I was enjoying this, I had to end it soon, as the bell was about to ring.
"Who sent you?" I repeated, screaming into his face in a guttural, demonic voice.
"Uh ... uh ..." moron stammered, his voice a few pitches higher. "I don't know who the guy is, but he said to find the boy and bring him to him."
"Where?" I demanded, tightening my grip on his manhood.
"New York," he pleaded, his voice an octave higher, almost crying now.
"I know New York, you moron! The city?"
He hesitated and I tightened my grip again. Let's just say he'd be singing soprano for a while. If he lived long enough. "Okay, okay," his voice was two octaves higher, "he said to bring him to the club."
"New York is filled with clubs," I said, tightening even more. I didn't know how much more he could take
