C51 The Retaliation

"Get the hell up! I said get the hell up!" Liam scolded, his voice echoed— rebuked the collapsed Castor Kent in his iron chair.

Liam flushed Castor's bloodied face with lemon liquid; the smoldering pressure of the acidic liquid made the wide gaping wound on Castor's back head feel a stinging pain. One hard blow from a golf stick that Liam threw— forcing Castor to roar like madman