Blood

Frank dragged Nicholas inside. He was a strong man. Otherwise, no one could carry Nicholas off with such ease. He threw him against the wall, smashing his head against the wall. Nicholas flinched as he went crashing and tumbling onto the floor, his eyes closed shut. He groaned only enough to hear himself. He blinked violently, trying desperately to stay awake. Or else, his senses had begun fading. His attacker had now retreated, going over to the door to shut it.

Nicholas only had enough time to get up against the wall before the man returned. He kicked him violently on his injured foot. He tried to shield himself from the attack. However, it was of no use. The man took him by collar, making him stand on his wobbly feet. Frank flashed him a toothy grin only to punch him, sending his victim tumbling onto the floor. He was enjoying every second of this. Nicholas could tell, the way he took his leisurely time to take his life, it was only a sick mind so capable.