Chapter 45

He was used to getting hit for his mistakes, or what they told him was his mistake, to the extent he often wanted it—needed it.

Got a couple of teeth knocked out as a result, and he would dare anyone to point out the fake dental.

Now held up with his arms by two other soldiers behind him, head hung and mouth coated with blood, he tried to focus, focus on the legs in front of him, pacing his room.

"You think you're something, don't you, little shit?" Domenico's voice was hard to keep track of. 

Even his view was gradually getting impaired. 

"Again," the voice was calm, but the command carried dread.

When the fist slammed into his mid region for the hundredth time, Rune shut his eyes, teeth clenched firmly against each other, refusing to let gasps out.

Knees unable to hold him up, he slowly slid down, but the firm grip of the men behind him had him up again.

'No more, please no more,' he pleaded in his head, knowing Boss