(I am not in the mood to be naming this anything elaborate)

Samuel pauses to take another sip from his flask, and this time, he hears breathing.  Samuel pulls the flask from his lips slowly. There's a blinding streak of light, and an explosion of pain just above his right eye. What feels like a rock slams into his face and clatters to the floor, causing Samuel to drop his light. He bends over to retrieve it, wondering about his drunken state, and that's when the upper cut to the face shatters Samuel's nose and knocks the breath from his lungs.

Samuel gasps, runs into the wall, and falls to the floor. There's another painful explosion right between his legs; Samuel gags and clutches at his throat, trying to see in the dark, but all he sees is blackness. There's a heat on his face. Someone has knelt beside him.

"Where is she?" a voice asks.

"Who?" Samuel manages.

"Avery Jaro."

"Upstairs. In her room."

"YOU FUCKING LIAR!"

Samuel would recognize that blood curdling screech anywhere. Gabriel. He feels a sharp toed dress shoe slam into his ribs. There's the splintering crack of bones breaking, and Samuel falls onto his side, gasping like a fish out of water for his next breath.

"You're a real man, Gabriel," Samuel says. Knuckles hit his face again, this time, cracking his front teeth. Aching pain radiates from Samuel's nose. "Beating a man already down. That's so like you." Gabriel punches Samuel again and Samuel feels his bottom lip splitting in half.

"You raped my sister," Gabriel says. He grab Samuel by the hair and slams his head against the floor, causing Samuel's jaw to crack off the marble floor. There's a warmth now, all over the side of Samuel's face and he can't feel anything. He feels like he's drowning. "You raped Lyla. You raped..." Samuel feels the dress shoe, again, kicking him in the ribs, over and over again. "HOW MANY GIRLS, SAMUEL?"

"Many, many girls," Samuel says. "They all wanted it. Every last one of them." Gabriel screams and kicks Samuel more, until finally Samuel can feel nothing but the cold floor beneath him.

"You aren't worth the next painful breathe you take," Gabriel says. He spits in Samuel's face, and then drops something soft on his face. Gloves. "Go fuck yourself, Samuel."

"But it's your turn," Samuel offers.

Gabriel yells something inhuman and Samuel feels the cold bite of a blade rip through the skin and muscle on his side, dealing a decisive blow. Heat sprays from the wound as Gabriel pulls the knife back out, and Samuel finally lets out a whimpering sob, certain this is the end. Then Gabriel is running away. His footsteps pound through Samuel's mind until there's silence once more.

Samuel opens his eyes, there's a bright light, just out of reach. Samuel tries to reach it, once, then twice, and then, he succumbs to a cold and lonely blackness.