My boss remained out cold, after having endured one or two minutes of electro-torture which made him perform a strange convulsive dance at the mercy of Ryker, who sent current surges of varied intensity through the helplessly bound body. Temporarily, the sight of a mad scientist blended with the picture of a freaky youth playing some video game; anyway Ryker wore a face that told both of calculating observation and pubertal play instinct. I was frozen with shock when I saw the insensate corpus slumping down on the floor, I was convinced the puerile sicko whom I had asked for help had just killed my hostage. Calm as a clock, he reached for another slice of pizza before he removed the electrodes and stowed his gear away, ookily munching the cold food; he didn't even bother to check on the stock-still man's state. When I regained my composure, I squatted down to look what was left of my superior. To my surprise as well as my relief, I found him breathing, even though shallowly.
"What have you done, for fuck's sake??"
"Easy, bro. Better hurry and losen his binds."
"What for?"
"We can waste time by explanations, or you just do it and watch yourself in a bit."
"What have you done, for fuck's sake??"
"Easy, bro. Better hurry and losen his binds."
"What for?"
"We can waste time by explanations, or you just do it and watch yourself in a bit."