Pointless Violence

“HEY! Yeah, I’m talking to you, fuck face. You want to beat me down? Why don’t we play for keeps? Only one of us leaves here. No weapons. Just you and me." Jake wipes his face. "You either get to leave as a murderer… or not at all.”

The chubby man sneers with pleasure. He pulls out a knife and tosses it to Jake. “It’ll even things up a little.”

Jake throws down the knife. “No weapons.”

The fat man charges Jake, who punches him right in the sternum. The man falls to the ground with the wind knocked out of him. He gasps for air as Jake wails on him. The mob of sluts and pimps watches in silent awe. Jake drags the fat man over to a bench and glances at a mini-baseball bat. He uses his fist instead.

“I want you to describe the sound that your spine makes when I snap it over this bench.” A look of panic crosses the man’s face as Jake stands above him.

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