LOGAN

I strolled into the lightly dim room and there he was, tied on a chair, his face slightly bruised.

“Wake him up.” I said to one of the guards. He walked up to him, giving him to blows on his lower abdomen was good enough to wake him. He coughed out blood as he groaned heavily, looking up at me.

“You fucking psychopath.” He groaned, spitting at me. I wiped the blood out of my face, pulling him by the hair, I gave him a resounding slap on the face, one that left a mark ...