LUCIUS

A few weeks ago

“Who the fuck are you?” a terrified motherfucker asked. His eyes bulged. His body was tremored. Face ashed. He was clutching his chest which had just been burned. He was lucky he didn’t burn to ashes if you could even call it luck.

“Who ordered you to attack the woman?” I stalked him inside the abandoned warehouse until his back hit the wall. “What kind of sick fuck are you attacking a defenseless woman, huh?” I looked right into his terrified eyes. He ...