RAINORA.A man, bound by wires onto a chair, bloodied, face swollen, streaked with tears, whimpered and beggedhoarsely for mercy.Across from him sat a tall, sleek man in a tuxedo with an unnerving calm, an air of authority. Two othermen stood off to the side, postures menacing.The man in the tuxedo murmured something, too low to hear."No! Please, I swear I didn't—" the bloodied man began, but his plea was cut off by a gunshot.One of the men had shot him in the thigh.The man in the chair screamed in agony, and I clapped a hand over my mouth to stifle a gasp. What wasthis?The tall man stood and, with unhurried movements, leaned in, whispering something into the bloodyman's ear. Whatever was said brought the man down in a fit of crying.My heart pounded in my chest as one raised his gun and shot the man in the head. Blood had splatteredagainst the wall, and the room remained silent.I stumbled backward, my stomach churning, bile rising in my throat. My shoulder hit the door, a
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