Chapter 33

The Russian never said a word.  He was a loyal servant to Viktor, and it was probably fear that motivated him to retain his silence.  As I continued to beat him, to smash his face with my fists, it became less and less about getting him to tell me something useful, and more about resolving my own frustrations with what this man represented.  The lives lost, the turmoil caused, the pain inflicted on those I loved.  I wasn’t going to kill him.  I had decided that from the beginning, but I needed him to feel the pain that I had felt in losing Jackie, Andre, Kim, and Nicole.  It was punishment for future sins. 

Nicole had to stop me at one point, as I had beaten the Russian to within an inch of his life.  His face was...

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