Robert wasn’t thrilled, but at least I felt a little better.  Each hit was just punishment for him being a coward.  The split lip, blooming bruise over his eye, and blood dripping from his hairline gave him the look.  However, I still had to carry him in.  Hit him a bit too hard along his brow, knocking him out.  Enter through the back door to move a cabinet along the wall then down the stairs.  While I could get Robert in and make it look like he had been beaten, I did tell him to lose weight.  The room had only one light with a chair under it.  Robert’s spot.  Good thing he woke.  Once he was in position, I loosely tied his wrists together.  All about appearances.  Then I saw the table.  Various devices that I knew could cause someone a l...

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