Ross wanted Bruno to live, to feel, to endure, until he became nothing more than a hollow shadow of the man he had once been.
Brandon's laughter swelled once more, echoing over the carnage around them.
It was cruel, relentless, unyielding—a soundtrack to a nightmare that had no dawn.
And in that moment, as Bruno lay battered, broken, and yet painfully alive, he wished, with a desperation so deep it bordered on madness, that eternity itself would have an end.
But eternity had no mercy. And Ross… Ross had none for him either.
Somewhere far above, in a warehouse that no longer stank of Bruno's blood, Ross walked away.
Behind him, the concrete floor was clean.
Far below, in a pit with no bottom and no exit, Bruno learned the true meaning of eternity.
One merciless, unending thrust at a time.
***
"Thank you!"
"You saved us!"
"Wahhhhhh…"
One voice broke into sobs, then another, until the entire group seemed to collapse emotionally all at once.
