Sam lifted him high—a feat easy enough for his well-trained muscles. He chucked him at a chair, and the force with Henry’s weight combined smashed the poor thing into pieces.

Sam picked up one of its legs like a baton.

Henry almost wetted himself from the sudden change of events. Still lying on the floor, he begged, “Stop, Mr. Brighthall! Sir! Oh Lord, stop! I’ll give you everything you need! Don’t hit me! Please! Stop!”

The blood from his nose and lips seemed to have mixed together before ro