Slumped forward, being held upright by my bound arms has caused my arms to go numb along with my legs. I am a sitting punching bag and have been used thoroughly as such. I can only imagine how ruined my face is. Ty clearly is tired of this but I won't give him the satisfaction of begging, not yet. One eye is totally shut now, and it is taking all of me to not pass out again.
Ty is standing over me and places a hand on my shoulder to shake and jostle me to get my attention, roughly slapping me as well out of humor. “Don't look so glum friend. Ole Ty here is just doing what he must. I'm thinking once I'm done here with ya I'll take a look through this nice house of yours and take what gil ye got and head up North maybe. Coerthas or something, relax and let this all die down along with you†He reaches and grabs my chin, pulling my face up to meet his downward gaze. He inspects my face, tilting his head from side to side as he nods at me with his work, satisfied clearly. I can't speak, and I am not much for coherence anymore. I am exhausted beyond any compare, struggling to keep my good eye open as life is ebbing out of me.
“Any last words Mr. Vann? Any thoughts on fucking with bad men like Ty here? You should have known the rules. You could have just played along making that gil of yours selling those gaudy clothes.†He drops his hold on my face and I fall forward again, the bindings on my deadend arms holding me as I snap against them in a slouch.
Any moment and it will be over. It's all I can think about right now. Either I am a dead man or Ridley shows and at this point, I will likely die anyways. At least when I die here, she will inherit hundreds of millions of gil and businesses that she knows the delicate inner workings of. I can at least say that I've left something behind from this disaster of an existence. Not seeing Ridley marry and move on with her life to start a real family is a thought that is starting to break my heart. The weight of realizing I'm being killed by doing everything right, never taking a bribe, never breaking the law, never abusing my political connections to affect even simple things like Brass Blades or Flame's business; I have lived a life of excellence after my wife's death just to earn this and it infuriates me. An out of shape rapist killing a man like me with a simple pipe and the element of surprise.
I do my best to try to speak as I hang forward in the chair. My throat is dry, and my voice is worn. All that comes out is a hoarse whisper and a crack. I try to start swallowing, blood, spit anything to coat my throat but before I can finish a boot from Ty catches me dead center in my chest and slams by body upright from its slouched position. He holds his boot against me, keeping me forced to sit up, and I take the opportunity to swallow again.
“Well, get on with it then. Say your peace. Whats Mr. Vann's famous last words going to be? Maybe you'll beg and try to buy me off? Offer up this street-rat of a daughter you 'adopted'? Go on, ole Ty is listening.â€
Any moment and I am going to expire. I am panting in between drawing in ragged and disgusting breaths, made harder by Ty jamming a boot through my lungs. Holding my head up is exhausting, and my mind starts to slip to thoughts falling asleep and finally accepting what fate put me in for tonight. This is it; Otto Vann taken down by his success.
I open my mouth and start trying to speak and in that blessed moment, I hear the rattle of my front door. As it opens Ty drops his foot from my chest and jerks his head to the direction of the third party sound. My heart leaps with a second wind, lighting my senses on fire and giving me the strength to sit upright on my own. Amazed at my luck of having a few more painful minutes left to live I yell, scream, shout Ridley's name at the top of my lungs. Seeing Ty jump and startled is my first victory of the night fills me with all the determination I need as he looks back to me deciding it's my time to die. Summoning the last of my strength I jerk my entire body to the side and send myself and the chair crashing to the floor to get away from him for the briefest of moments and to distract him while I hear Ridley storming through the house and
I catch a glimpse of her lithe body screaming through the air towards him as I fall to the floor, seemingly in slow motion. Right before impact I manage to shout “DON'T KILL HIM,†my stunt slamming my head into the hardwood floor and sending me back to darkness.
Ty is standing over me and places a hand on my shoulder to shake and jostle me to get my attention, roughly slapping me as well out of humor. “Don't look so glum friend. Ole Ty here is just doing what he must. I'm thinking once I'm done here with ya I'll take a look through this nice house of yours and take what gil ye got and head up North maybe. Coerthas or something, relax and let this all die down along with you†He reaches and grabs my chin, pulling my face up to meet his downward gaze. He inspects my face, tilting his head from side to side as he nods at me with his work, satisfied clearly. I can't speak, and I am not much for coherence anymore. I am exhausted beyond any compare, struggling to keep my good eye open as life is ebbing out of me.
“Any last words Mr. Vann? Any thoughts on fucking with bad men like Ty here? You should have known the rules. You could have just played along making that gil of yours selling those gaudy clothes.†He drops his hold on my face and I fall forward again, the bindings on my deadend arms holding me as I snap against them in a slouch.
Any moment and it will be over. It's all I can think about right now. Either I am a dead man or Ridley shows and at this point, I will likely die anyways. At least when I die here, she will inherit hundreds of millions of gil and businesses that she knows the delicate inner workings of. I can at least say that I've left something behind from this disaster of an existence. Not seeing Ridley marry and move on with her life to start a real family is a thought that is starting to break my heart. The weight of realizing I'm being killed by doing everything right, never taking a bribe, never breaking the law, never abusing my political connections to affect even simple things like Brass Blades or Flame's business; I have lived a life of excellence after my wife's death just to earn this and it infuriates me. An out of shape rapist killing a man like me with a simple pipe and the element of surprise.
I do my best to try to speak as I hang forward in the chair. My throat is dry, and my voice is worn. All that comes out is a hoarse whisper and a crack. I try to start swallowing, blood, spit anything to coat my throat but before I can finish a boot from Ty catches me dead center in my chest and slams by body upright from its slouched position. He holds his boot against me, keeping me forced to sit up, and I take the opportunity to swallow again.
“Well, get on with it then. Say your peace. Whats Mr. Vann's famous last words going to be? Maybe you'll beg and try to buy me off? Offer up this street-rat of a daughter you 'adopted'? Go on, ole Ty is listening.â€
Any moment and I am going to expire. I am panting in between drawing in ragged and disgusting breaths, made harder by Ty jamming a boot through my lungs. Holding my head up is exhausting, and my mind starts to slip to thoughts falling asleep and finally accepting what fate put me in for tonight. This is it; Otto Vann taken down by his success.
I open my mouth and start trying to speak and in that blessed moment, I hear the rattle of my front door. As it opens Ty drops his foot from my chest and jerks his head to the direction of the third party sound. My heart leaps with a second wind, lighting my senses on fire and giving me the strength to sit upright on my own. Amazed at my luck of having a few more painful minutes left to live I yell, scream, shout Ridley's name at the top of my lungs. Seeing Ty jump and startled is my first victory of the night fills me with all the determination I need as he looks back to me deciding it's my time to die. Summoning the last of my strength I jerk my entire body to the side and send myself and the chair crashing to the floor to get away from him for the briefest of moments and to distract him while I hear Ridley storming through the house and
I catch a glimpse of her lithe body screaming through the air towards him as I fall to the floor, seemingly in slow motion. Right before impact I manage to shout “DON'T KILL HIM,†my stunt slamming my head into the hardwood floor and sending me back to darkness.