She stood in the dark shadows in the far corner of the room with her arms folded against her chest, her back pressed up against the wall.
She was a silent observer, watching as the man being held by his arms pleaded for his life, promising anything and everything he could possibly think of if they would just let him live.
She appeared completely impassive, clearly unimpressed by his woeful pleading.
Her expression could be described as bored at best as a large fist connected with the pleading man’s gut with a sickening thud.
“I told you already! I don’t know nothin’!” the man yelled as he sagged against the hold the two men had on his arms, struggling to regain the breath that had just been knocked out of his lungs.
“Come on,” the large man standing in front of him said with a thick accent. “You work with the Penguin and you’re telling me that you know nothing about what he’s up to?”
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