Chapter 4.1

Without saying a word, she pulled away from Tozue, leaving the room with a heavy stomp head in her footsteps.

Briefly, he felt a sense of accomplishment over dirtying her, but it disappeared quickly.

A few moments after she left the room, two more entered in.

Both had black suits on.

Realizing what was about to happen he said:

"Oh, fuck m-"

Before he could finish, he felt an impact to his face, and his left cheek felt strangely tingly.

Blood shot like a faucet from his nose and mouth again.

Struggling to speak over the stress his facial bones just suffered, every syllable in his words he spoke was accompanied by a mist of blood.

"F-fuck man…. just… just when it started to heal t-"

Another impact.

Both of them were alternating.

As they made their rounds on him, he studied their faces.

Both were blond as well.

Tozue didn't expect anything different.

It was around the 20th hit where they stopped.

Profusely spitting out blood and unable to see out of his left eye, Tozue continued to rebel.

"You two sure are bitch-made, huh?"

Blood moved in a steady from his nose down to his chin.

"Quit with the love taps… you sure you two are even trying..?

One of the two replied to his instigation.

"You know, we wouldn't have to do this if you just agreed to Miss Fossum's deal."

No reply came from him.

Tozue was already flying high again in purgatory.

In unison the two said:

"Well, shit."

He was awake again.

With his second revival, he thought about something.

How much time had passed since his head got blasted?

Looking around, he realized they're only going to give him enough to prevent him from dying.

Because he could still feel a strange coldness on the side of his head.

"Fuck."

Closing his eyes, he tried to fall back into sleep.

However, he flinched and opened them, when he heard Miss Fossum talk to someone in Norwegian, outside the room.

Tozue watched the entrance to the room with a subdued sense of fear over the thought that he might be permanently killed now.