Drinking Session

Grabbing Elias’s collar, Dylan delivered another punch, then hit him a few more times, stopping only when he saw Elias bleed. In a loud voice, he continued, ‘Elias, I hadn’t expected you to end up here. Who’d have thought? The once mighty Elias Westwood, a prisoner.’ Elias curled up, coughing in pain, spitting out a mouthful of blood. Eventually, the noise drew attention. A guard approached. ‘Um, General Sheppard, we are not supposed to torture the prisoner.’ Dylan glared at him. ‘Did you see me torture him?’ ‘Um, no, Sir.’ Dylan clapped his hands, brushing dust off his shoulder. ‘Lock him up! And forget about treating his injuries. Just let him be. ‘Yes, Sir.’ The guard nodded and quickly locked the door, leaving Elias bleeding on the floor. *** Back in his dorm, Dylan was going over some files when he heard a knock on his door. Irritated by the interruption, he opened the door to find Mindy standing there. ‘Surprise!’ Mindy beamed sweetly. ‘Mindy, what are you doing here?’ ‘Aren’t yo