Page 139 of Corrupted Heart

My lips curl dangerously.

Go time.

Tim is in the middle of pissing into one of the urinals when I grab him. He squeals like a stuck pig, screaming and thrashing and getting pee all over himself as I yank him by the back of his collar across the bathroom floor.

I kick open the stall door, dragging him inside and punching him hard in the face. His nose breaks, and he screams and burbles in agony as blood gushes down over his mouth. Without so much as a word, I grab the scruff of his neck, yank him to the toilet, and shove his face down into it.

I wait there for a moment, cracking my neck and rolling my shoulders as I easily hold Tim’s flailing, spasming body to the floor with his head in the toilet bowl. After about thirty seconds, I yank him out again, sputtering and choking and screaming as he blindly wipes bloodied, pink-tinged toilet water from his face.

“Please!!” he bleats. “Please! Tell him I’ll pay! I swear to fuck I’ll pay! I’ve got it, too!” he screams, clinging to my pants, begging on his knees. I scowl down at him and kick my leg, shaking him off like an annoying insect.

“This isn’t about money, Tim.”

He pales as I say his name.

“It’s—it’s not?”

“Nah.”

I grab his neck and shove his face back into the toilet. This time, I drag it out a little longer, letting him truly feel the icy grip of death as the threat of drowning has him spasming and kicking.

He chokes and immediately vomits up toilet water when I drag him out again.

“Being held underwater sucks, doesn’t it, Tim?”

He stares up at me with bleary, unfocused eyes. “W-what?”

He reels when I punch him in the mouth.

“Being grabbed, Tim,” I hiss through clenched teeth. “And forced, against your will, underwater.”

He blinks again, shaking. “I—I have no idea what you’re talking?—”

“Wrong answer.”

The back of his head rattles the stall wall when I punch him again. His eyes bulge as I grab his throat and snarl down into his face.

“If you so much as think about telling me you’re not sure whose head I’m talking about you holding underwater, I’ll rip your goddamn throat out right here and now.”

His face goes ashen as the penny drops.

“P-please…” he chokes, his voice quieter now, full of true fear. “Please, I never?—”

“Never what, Tim? Gave a fuck whether she had any interest in sucking your pathetic excuse for a dick?” I snap, smirking at his shriveled “manhood” poking out of his fly.

He swallows violently, trembling as he looks up at me.

“Who…who is she to you?”

My wrath fills the bathroom as I leer down over him.

“She’s my wife.”

“Oh God, please!” he squeals. “C’mon, man! Please!! I was a just a kid! You know? Just being stupid!”

“Boys will be boys, right, Tim?” I snarl. “Just having a little fun when you fucking shoved her head under the water?”

My hand clamps hard around his throat, squeezing until I see his eyes start from his head.

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