Kiss of Death
Archer’s head was ringing at that last hit. The force of the pistol butt against his ear made his whole body lurch forward, unable to fling too far forward with being tied down to the chair. He could feel something warm and wet now rolling down his neck and by the way everything sounded very muffled he was sure it was a ruptured ear drum. All he could make out was laughing noises, or he assumed by the vibrations. He couldn’t see anything due to the blindfold against his eyes.
What happened before all this? He was walking home, walking home from the bathysphere or to the bathysphere when the men showed up. It only took a few hard hits for Archer to black out, and then he woke up stripped to his underwear and tied to a chair. A bucket of ice cold water dumped over his head to wake him, then they got rowdy.
They were Atlas’ men, or so they claimed. Cheering and yawning on about how good Archer would be for them. How much their boss wanted to see him. His begs and pleads only seemed to amuse them more and with that last hit, Archer was now silent.
His heart was racing and he was shivering from the cold. They could kill him, but that would be no fun he was sure.
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