Elon growled, "Get over here, you idiot! I'll beat you to death!"

He was too terrified to face Andrew directly, so he took out his fear on Oscar instead, slapping him repeatedly. Not satisfied with just his fists, he started stomping on Oscar as well, his heavy shoes driving into Oscar's already battered face.

Before long, Oscar lay curled up under the table, his head a swollen mess of bruises and cuts.

"Stop, please, Mr. Golding, stop hitting me! W-What did I do to deserve this? Why are