a pointy object was forced into his abdomen, only a bit more force and that would have pierced into his entrails.
"We can not only do this to you. We can, and we will, get your son, his wife and your granddaughter in this kind of situation."
The man in black's hand did not flinch. His voice, monotone in nature, resounded inside his head...
"I settled for that shriek. Those dull vacant eyes... oiled cabbage stench of her...! [...] You know what? I'm sorry if I'm not gonna do this the way you want me to or the way you might. But I will not make an angel out of someone who wasn't an angel...!" -Chief Tyrol, on his beloved wife.
Have you heard about the saying that goes something like "drunk people and kids tell no lies"? Well, that's just a fallacy.