103. What's done is done

“What’s that supposed to mean? Answer me, come on, answer me!” I yelled at him.

“Easy, dear cousin. Shouting isn’t going to change the fact that what’s done is done. In fact, if you yell at me one more time, I may choose to withhold all the information I have to give,” Roman said, sitting up on the ground which he had just been sprawled on a few minutes ago.

“Leave us alone,” I said to the onlookers which consisted of the guards and the other prisoners in Roman’s cell.

They all began to leave, including Kyle. “Not you, Kyle,” I said, and he stayed back while the rest left. Apparently, the prison guards were going to keep the inmates in another cell.

“Want a little private chitchat with your cousin?” Roman asked, with a wink.

I crouched, then taking him by surprise, grabbed him by the neck and began to strangle him while he tried to resist as he almost choked to death.

“Listen to me, and listen real good. It will cost me nothing to end your life right here and now. The only one who is