You Should Have Died!

In the dark and gloomy cell, Giorgi’s arms and feet were chained to an electric chair, his hair completely tousled and his white shirt bloody. There were bruises on his face, and his skin and a few of his teeth lay on the floor. His face and lips were so swollen like a pig, and he looked so completely different from his previous self that even his parents wouldn't be able to recognize him.

Zaire grabbed Giorgi by the collar and threw an umpteenth punch at him.

Giorgi let out a muffled growl, and his head thrust back as a result. Immediately, he spat out more blood, causing his clothes to be redder and wetter.

Upon seeing Zaire’s berserk state, Giorgi’s shoulder trembled, and he laughed loudly, revealing his bloody red teeth.

Suddenly, he stopped laughing and chuckled in amusement. He articulated one after the other as if he were afraid that Zaire would miss his words. “What? Do you feel dead inside now? Do you feel as if you were about to die? Do you feel completely hopeless insid