ASHER
"You!" I pointed at the guard who was holding Thompson's head back. "Dump some more water on him."
As he poured the bucket of water over the choking, spluttering man, I kept punching him in the face. The sound of my brass studded knuckles making contact with his wet skin made a rather pleasant squelching sound. My face split into a grin as I realized I could actually get used to this. The feeling of ultimate power and control was a heady one.
Punching the s**t out of this asshole certainly beat hitting inanimate punching bags at the gym. I adjusted the brass knuckles over my fingers, and gave him one more punch below the eye before taking a step back to survey my handiwork.
His face was satisfyingly bruised and covered in blood. The skin was split in several places. It wasn't a
