Sweat drips down his nose, mixing with the blood on his face. His overgrown greasy blonde hair mats to his forehead and the back of his neck. Guess it’s not actually blonde anymore since most of it’s painted red now. I had already cut off one of his ears, along with ripping off ten of his fingernails, severed both Achilles heels, a couple of stab wounds in specific locations that won’t allow the fucker to bleed out too quickly, and too many broken bones to count.
What. Is. Happening?
