Swiftly, Augustine turned toward the voice. At the far end of the abandoned workshop, Reuben had his hands dug into Charles's hair, pulling him forward. Charles was barely able to walk, his body drenched in blood.
"Please… Reuben, I beg of you… just let my man go. You don't have to punish him… please…" Augustine pleaded, his voice shaking as he fought the urge to run forward.
"Shut the fuck up, Augustine!" Reuben yelled, his voice echoing through the workshop. "If you come any closer, Charles's life will be in even greater danger," he added, a sly smirk twisting his lips.
Freda swallowed hard and rushed to the side of the fuel tank where Reginald had been kept. She knew the longer he stayed there, the slimmer his chances of survival became.
"Augustine! Please, help me! We need to get Reginald out of here!" Freda shouted.
Augustine glanced at her, torn, before his eyes darted back to Reuben. "Oh, fuck!" he yelled, rushing to her side.
