Smells of barbecue filled the air. Sun was beating down and the man tied to a chair screamed like a baby. Screaming never made any difference. If your in pain screaming like this was nothing more than annoying. If he doesn’t stop soon im cutting out his tongue and that will be my main meal. The slice of leg that is cooking on the barbecue now is nearly done.
I skewer the slice of meat on a two-pronged fork. It has beautiful charcoal lines on it and a smoky smell. Juice drips from it and my mouth waters. This man is still screaming like it’s going to do anything. He is putting a downer on this moment. With my hand open a strike him across his face.
“Shut up...