Spared

The guard was speechless, his courage had already left him a long time ago when the Hotel Manager hit him. Standing by the corner and having watched as others were dealt with, he could only wish that his condition could be lighter.

“What’s your name Mister?” Jason asked taking a step forward towards the guard.

“Owen Sir.” He responded without lifting his head. His entire body was itching me as sweat poured down from all the pores in his body. His breathing was heightened and his hand shook to the sound of his heartbeat which had no plans of stopping.

“Owen? That’s a very good name.” Jason said smiling, then he covered up the little space between them and placed his right hand on Owen’s shoulder making him to whimper as he saw the hand going down thinking that Jason was about to hit him.

“Such a big for nothing baby. He already yelps even without being touched.”

“I wonder what his punishment would be.” The man responded to his business partner still holding on to his glass of