Pain.
The only thought that came to him as the figure punched him over and over. Â Garston tried to raise his arms to shield himself, but the man was too quick, knocking his arms away. Â Each time, he tasted more blood in his mouth.
When he felt his jaw in the man's hand he cried out, covering his face with both of his hands. Â He wept openly, the great merchant of Ul'Dah reduced to a blubbering child in his own house.
"Mercy! Â I beg of you stop this!"
He heard a long sigh, though the man did not let go of him, his hand now resting lightly on Garston's throat.
"We can not continue playing this game. You know that. I'm afraid this has to end, Mr. Hext."
He coughs, blood spraying as he does so. Â This man intended to kill him in his own room and he knew it.
"Please I ... I will give you anything! Â I admit, I have done some bad things in the past ... Â What do you want in recompense? Â Gil? Â Women? Â Land? Â I can give you anything you want!"
The highlander flinched as he felt the hand on his throat tighten slightly, the figure moving forward enough so the dim light from his lanterns fell across the features. Â His eyes widened as recognition settled in.
"You ...."
Garston hissed that word, spitting in the man's face.
"I will have you hanged! Â Beheaded! Â Tortured until you scream for mercy! Â No one gets away with threat --"
His words were cut off as the hand at his throat squeezed harder, cutting off his air.
The only thought that came to him as the figure punched him over and over. Â Garston tried to raise his arms to shield himself, but the man was too quick, knocking his arms away. Â Each time, he tasted more blood in his mouth.
When he felt his jaw in the man's hand he cried out, covering his face with both of his hands. Â He wept openly, the great merchant of Ul'Dah reduced to a blubbering child in his own house.
"Mercy! Â I beg of you stop this!"
He heard a long sigh, though the man did not let go of him, his hand now resting lightly on Garston's throat.
"We can not continue playing this game. You know that. I'm afraid this has to end, Mr. Hext."
He coughs, blood spraying as he does so. Â This man intended to kill him in his own room and he knew it.
"Please I ... I will give you anything! Â I admit, I have done some bad things in the past ... Â What do you want in recompense? Â Gil? Â Women? Â Land? Â I can give you anything you want!"
The highlander flinched as he felt the hand on his throat tighten slightly, the figure moving forward enough so the dim light from his lanterns fell across the features. Â His eyes widened as recognition settled in.
"You ...."
Garston hissed that word, spitting in the man's face.
"I will have you hanged! Â Beheaded! Â Tortured until you scream for mercy! Â No one gets away with threat --"
His words were cut off as the hand at his throat squeezed harder, cutting off his air.
