The sound of fists and kicks echoed through a basement room in McIntosh’s mansion, mixed with the groans and screams of the people being beaten.
Despite their weakened state, McIntosh didn’t stop punishing his men. No amount of pain he could inflict would ever be enough to make up for what happened last night. Someone had to pay, and if no one confessed, the rest would suffer.
The old man was furious over his men’s failures. He was seething with rage, breathing heavily, and his fists were stained with blood.
“I gave you one job—one damn job! To watch over a single woman! And you couldn’t even do that right? You useless pieces of sh*t!” he shouted, landing another brutal punch on one of his men. The blow was so hard it knocked out one of his teeth.
Ten men were kneeling on the floor, bound and bloodied. Their faces were swollen, bruised, and dripping with blood. They had taken a brutal beating from McIntosh, inclu
