CHAPTER 10

Lesley had urine escape from under his pants in the tension of the moment.

His head was spinning destructively as he thrashed on the ground, his body writhing in a jolt of torment. He clutched his hand to his face as his mind calculated the impact of the punch he received.

“Come on, get up you vile entity,” the voice from which the hard punch connected to Lesley’s face made its way into his ears.

The deep voice sent a jolt of tension into Lesley’s body. He looked up slowly and saw the figure standing over him.

‘That must be Tobiat,’ Lesley thought. ‘I have seen that face before. Was it not the same guy who fought Alan in the ring? Of course, it was him.’

Lesley’s back arched in pain as he tried to get up, his breath coming in silent gasps. A little more push and he would be back up.

Tobiat stood impatient as he darted dark glares toward Lesley and waited for him to get his two feet on the ground.

But before Lesley could gather his feet together, he lashed out again with a deadly kick