Farrington-Gores: A well-deserved punishment

(Author's note: content warning for blood, violence)

'Hey man, how's it goin'? Did you get him?'

'Yes, it all went off without any problems. We have him here now.'

'Great. Glad to hear it. Is he enjoyin' himself?'

'I don't know about him, but the others certainly are. He's had a very warm welcome, let's put it that way.'

'Good shit. I'll leave you all to it then.'

'Okay. We'll come back to yours once we're done here.'

'Awesome. See you later.'

'So what are you going to do to Nyla?'

'Nothing! I'll leave her alone, I swear!'

'From what I hear, your promises aren't to be trusted.'

'Yeah. Why should we trust you?'

'Because you've made your point! I don't want any of this to happen again.'

'Oh believe me, it can get a lot worse.'

'I don't see why we should stop yet. Wanna make sure the message has really sunken in. Stand up.'

'Please, I beg you! This isn't necessary! I won't do anything to her!'

'You're damn right you won't.'

'Honestly, today you're lucky. This is us showing restraint, not that you've done anything to earn it.'

'Oh yeah, we got told to be restrained. Shame, I was looking forwards to taking a hammer to your thumbs.'

'I'd been fantasising about all kinds of things. Still, this is enjoyable too.'

'And if it turns out that you're lying to us and you go after Nyla anyway... we'll forget the meaning of the word "restraint".'

'Not only can we inflict great pain upon you, we also happen to be very good at making people disappear.'

'It would be wise not to do anything else that's going to make us angry. That includes even looking at Nyla. Is that clear now?'

'Yes. Crystal clear. Can you please let me go now?'

'Not yet. My turn now.'

'What the hell are you doing here?!'

'I didn't want them to have all the fun. I think we've needed a catchup for a while. Nyla's my friend too, and she didn't deserve to be scared like that because a fucking manchild can't accept that his wife and kids finally freed themselves. And why did they run away? Because you fucking backhanded your son.'

'Disgusting.'

'We're family people, Tate. We don't like hearing about people hitting their kids.'

'He was disrespecting me-'

'Oh, boo fucking hoo! Zeus wouldn't hurt a fly! He's a fucking pacifist! You just had to throw your weight around, acting like the big man, to try to be dominant over one of the nicest teenagers there is. Does that make you feel tough? It's pathetic.'

'Bullying people who won't fight back. And you wonder why you've ended up in this situation? By the sound of it, it was only a matter of time before you ended up pissing off the wrong people.'

'You choose people you perceive to be weak as victims. Well, sad for you, because the woman you preyed on? Has the Mafia on her side.'

'I do realise that now.'

'You like hitting your kids? Let's see how you like being hit by one.'

*WHACK*

*WHACK*

*WHACK*

'Wow, I like your methods!'

*WHACK*

*WHACK*

*WHACK*

'Damn it, if I knew baseball bats were allowed I'd have brought one too.'

'And ruin the poor girl's fun?'

'Yeah, good point.'

*WHACK*

*WHACK*

*WHACK*

'...Whew. That's got to be better than therapy.'

'Are you okay?'

'Yeah... What happens now?'

'We'll leave him somewhere. Any suggestions...?'

'Too clichéd to suggest giving him cement shoes isn't it? Why don't we just leave him here? Let him stagger out by himself.'

'Can't do that, people will be coming back here to work.'