Club Euphoria.
"Don, i think we should call the police or something. Or at least an ambulance. W…" the speaker's voice trailed off after he got handed a big glass brimming with cold beverage for the occasion.
This was after all, their first kill.
"What are you saying, Howard?! That fucker is dead by now! Drink up and shut your damn mouth. You don't want to follow on his footsteps, do you?"
Don roared loudly at first but the last of his lines turned into soft whisper in contrast.
Not only Howard felt the chill in the room as an even more icy shroud than the AC in the air contributed in all of them having goosebumps and gulping imaginary blockages down their throats.
It was just a simple beating in the beginning but how could the outcome be very different from what they all imagined.
In the end, no one uttered a voice of defiance.
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