TRIGGER WARNING: TORTURE
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The remaining three guys looked at their mate, lying beside them in cold blood, lifeless. Their horrified gazes landed on the man who just shot their friend. He looked nonchalant, like he just popped a bubble with his finger.
Derek corked his gun, and the men panicked. He was going to shoot again!
"I enjoy slow deaths the more. If you will let me do this myself, then I might as well take back my seat, and give them slow and painful deaths." He said, walking back lazily to the seat. But before lowering himself, he shot another one on the abdomen, tearing a loud and agonizing growl from his lips.
"Oops, sorry. My hand slipped." He smirked and took his seat. Joshua shook his head, finding it all amusing. What was this new strategy his boss was using?
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