“And after I’m done with you, I’ll take my time with him.” I point the broken bottle toward Dean on the ground. “What was it he said? Oh yeah…I’ll make it so he’ll have to crawl back when I’m done with him...that's if he’s still breathing, I guess.” I shrug, twisting the bottle round playfully. “And unlike you scumbags, I’m in no rush. There’ll be no quickie here.”
