I'm not sure if remaining stoic is a good idea with Ty by this point. He's getting tired though, his wind ups are slowing down and obviously labored. The fat piece of shit is so used to living a life of total luxury he's never cared to get in shape and make something of his body. The thought of him on top of Tsubasa is revolting, him killing her afterwords equally enraging.
Finally after an eternity of him doing ridiculous wind ups, he makes sure to yell indiscernably like some crazed lunatic as he plows into me, pushing all of his weight behind the hamfisted blow as it catches me in the ear and sending me and the chair I'm tied to to the floor in a thud that raps my head against the floorboards, rattlling my teeth and causing my vision to swim. With my world turned sideways he stands over me and gives me one last kick to my gut, forcing the air from me in a gasp as I struggle to breathe on my side through a broken nose and dry throat.
Blood is everywhere and all of it is mine. My suit has been ruined while the floor begins to collect what runs off my face and out of my mouth into a pool for my head to lie in while I am held helpless. Ty looms overhead, hooking his thumbs into his pants and he looks down at me with a cock of his head and a smile. Through his panting to catch his breath he asks “How does it feel ole boy, having the life beaten from you. In your own home no less! Where is your security? Her!?†He jabs a finger to Tsubasa's corpse, sitting their pale and sad against the dark room.
I can't really look up to him to see what he may be doing. My neck is stiff, my head screaming in pain and one of my eyes is swollen to near shut. Doing my best to draw in a ragged breathe, I manage to croak out “What do you want Ty?†with irritation apparent to my tone. I'm tired of being this mans stress release, I need to at least speak before I die.
Ty starts laughing, waves of humor rippling through his squat frame. “Why Otto ole boy I told you already. I want you to die. You killed me you know! My family cut me off from liquidity. I'm an /important/ man. I have bribes to pay, sludge to move, hands to grease and things to smuggle. I have people that I'm in deep with, wondering when my next payments are in. I'm a dead man you know, if I can't pay them back.â€
Ty makes an effort of leaning down and grunting as he pulls me up off the floor by a bound arm to set me upright again. He starts to brush off my lapels “Sorry bout putting you on the floor there Mr Vann.†Ty makes a show of looking me over, nodding in approval of his work to clean me up “Anyways ole Ty here can't really afford to pay the loansharks back anymore. You put me out of business. I actually made good gil too! But that wasn't good enough for a self-righteous man like you was it Mr. Vann? Oh no you had to hammer on me until I faded from existence. And over what EXACTLY? Sure I fucked with your stall, but your a rich man and could afford the hit.†Ty pokes his chest with his thumb “But I can't afford that don't you see! Besides you're just an impudent upstart, and interloper in a world that is too complicated for you to understand. You run around us refusing to accept anyone as a business partner. You go on and on about your independence and wanting to maintain control of whats yours. Let me tell you something Otto, you are nothing without The Syndicate and Monetarists. You've made a lot of noise amongst people who are important, admittedly we're impressed but we can't trust you if you won't trust us.â€
Ty looks away wistfully before anger clouds his face and he returns a fresh stinging backhand. “Well I've got a warrant for my death so not 'us'.†With a shakes of his head Ty sighs, leaning down to pick up that pipe of his he initially caught me off guard with. “Its a shame Otto, you tried to hide it so well but you fuck anything that moves and it was pretty easy to have one of the whores I own slip into your office after you passed out to find the proof. Without warning Ty viciously swings down onto my leg, a hollowed 'ping' ringing out amongst my surprised raspy scream as it contacts my right knee. Snarling he looks to me “And thats why I'm here and that's what I want. I want you to suffer for daring to do all that you did. I'm a guaranteed dead man, and its your fault!†With that a new swing of the pipe lazily lashes across my face, smacking with a thud and jerking hot tears to run down my face.
Finally after an eternity of him doing ridiculous wind ups, he makes sure to yell indiscernably like some crazed lunatic as he plows into me, pushing all of his weight behind the hamfisted blow as it catches me in the ear and sending me and the chair I'm tied to to the floor in a thud that raps my head against the floorboards, rattlling my teeth and causing my vision to swim. With my world turned sideways he stands over me and gives me one last kick to my gut, forcing the air from me in a gasp as I struggle to breathe on my side through a broken nose and dry throat.
Blood is everywhere and all of it is mine. My suit has been ruined while the floor begins to collect what runs off my face and out of my mouth into a pool for my head to lie in while I am held helpless. Ty looms overhead, hooking his thumbs into his pants and he looks down at me with a cock of his head and a smile. Through his panting to catch his breath he asks “How does it feel ole boy, having the life beaten from you. In your own home no less! Where is your security? Her!?†He jabs a finger to Tsubasa's corpse, sitting their pale and sad against the dark room.
I can't really look up to him to see what he may be doing. My neck is stiff, my head screaming in pain and one of my eyes is swollen to near shut. Doing my best to draw in a ragged breathe, I manage to croak out “What do you want Ty?†with irritation apparent to my tone. I'm tired of being this mans stress release, I need to at least speak before I die.
Ty starts laughing, waves of humor rippling through his squat frame. “Why Otto ole boy I told you already. I want you to die. You killed me you know! My family cut me off from liquidity. I'm an /important/ man. I have bribes to pay, sludge to move, hands to grease and things to smuggle. I have people that I'm in deep with, wondering when my next payments are in. I'm a dead man you know, if I can't pay them back.â€
Ty makes an effort of leaning down and grunting as he pulls me up off the floor by a bound arm to set me upright again. He starts to brush off my lapels “Sorry bout putting you on the floor there Mr Vann.†Ty makes a show of looking me over, nodding in approval of his work to clean me up “Anyways ole Ty here can't really afford to pay the loansharks back anymore. You put me out of business. I actually made good gil too! But that wasn't good enough for a self-righteous man like you was it Mr. Vann? Oh no you had to hammer on me until I faded from existence. And over what EXACTLY? Sure I fucked with your stall, but your a rich man and could afford the hit.†Ty pokes his chest with his thumb “But I can't afford that don't you see! Besides you're just an impudent upstart, and interloper in a world that is too complicated for you to understand. You run around us refusing to accept anyone as a business partner. You go on and on about your independence and wanting to maintain control of whats yours. Let me tell you something Otto, you are nothing without The Syndicate and Monetarists. You've made a lot of noise amongst people who are important, admittedly we're impressed but we can't trust you if you won't trust us.â€
Ty looks away wistfully before anger clouds his face and he returns a fresh stinging backhand. “Well I've got a warrant for my death so not 'us'.†With a shakes of his head Ty sighs, leaning down to pick up that pipe of his he initially caught me off guard with. “Its a shame Otto, you tried to hide it so well but you fuck anything that moves and it was pretty easy to have one of the whores I own slip into your office after you passed out to find the proof. Without warning Ty viciously swings down onto my leg, a hollowed 'ping' ringing out amongst my surprised raspy scream as it contacts my right knee. Snarling he looks to me “And thats why I'm here and that's what I want. I want you to suffer for daring to do all that you did. I'm a guaranteed dead man, and its your fault!†With that a new swing of the pipe lazily lashes across my face, smacking with a thud and jerking hot tears to run down my face.