"Now we get to have some alone time, boy."
Jon looked back and forth, then scooted back away. But he didn't get very far. The guy reached down and grabbed him by the neck, and lifted him up in the air.
"Let ..." Jon wheezed.
"Not until I make myself clear," the guy said.
Jon gasped desperately for air. He already went through this that morning, he didn't want to go through this again.
"I'm giving you this warning. You tell anyone else about me or our deal ..." He grinned. "And I'll do something so grotesquely horrible to you that you'd wish you were dead. Oh, but wishing you were dead would be a selfish wish, wouldn't it?" He chuckled.
"Plea ..." Jon tried to say.
"Okay," the guy sighed. "I'll let you go."
Jon relaxed a bit, until he saw that he was being dangled over the side of the stairs. "Wai ..."
The guy let him go, causing Jon to fall down seven feet. When he hit the steps, he could clearly hear the snap of his bones. He sat on the landing, holding his broken leg. Then passed out from the pain.
