75

I resisted as best I could, but the strength seemed to have disappeared, and all I was able to do was yell and curse at the bastard who squeezed my hands in a steel vise.

Defalco just laughed, listening to my impotent threats:

- Don't squeal, Doyle, it won't help you... It's your own fault that you'll die and framed your girl... That's what happens when you get in my way. It would be better for you if you understood this earlier.

- Stinky coward! I shouted, helplessly trying to resist him. - In the forest you draped from us that your heels sparkled! What, are you afraid that without an injection of this psycho I will wind your guts around your neck ??

Defalco twisted my arm so that sparks came out of my eyes from the pain, and then slammed my head against the wall. My mind went haywire, and I would have collapsed to the floor if he hadn't continued to drag me down the corridor.

The design on the stupid wallpaper swirled before my eyes, dancing in strange zigzags. It looks like flowers