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Analysis Of The Book ' The Night ' By Two Of Fabian 's Battered Body '

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A thud sounds as Ryan’s battered body is slammed up against the concrete wall by two of Fabian’s henchmen. With only one light on, the room is dark and disturbingly resembles that of an interrogation room. I knew this was a trap, I think to myself while also being pinned up against the wall by two other henchmen. “Ten thousand dollars, what a nice gift gracias,” Fabian speaks whilst staring down at the pile of cash on his table. Everything about him is Mexican. His shirt is full of exotic patterns, his hair is dark black, his mustache is finely combed and he is also dripping in gold jewelry. “Hey! C’mon man, I thought we were cool?” Ryan’s voice grows desperate from across the room. “Yes, but you lied to me for months, young man.” Fabian …show more content…

“PLEASE!” I shout before continuing, “He’s no-one to me, like I’m no-one to him!” I finish. Fabian’s face grows more annoyed as he fails to understand me, he gives a subliminal nod to the men holding Ryan and they immediately hail a quick succession of punches to his abdomen too. “I’M HERE FOR YOUR FUCKING HELP! He is simply the middle man, I don’t fucking know him and I don’t intend to either! Believe me for fuck sake!” I roar with thunder. The whole room suddenly descends into an unsettling silence as Fabian’s vulgar eyes turn to face mine. With all eyes solely on me, Ryan’s beating stops, leaving only an unsettling sense of impending danger. Breathless from the series of blows to my stomach, I summon the last bit of courage I have to stand up as straight as I can, desperately trying to be taken seriously. “What’s your name?” Fabian asks. “Dean,” I respond shallowly. “Ah, Dean,” he says with an unsettling calm. His hand extends to open what seems to be a draw and he gently begins to pull out a machete, instantly panic sets in and all energy is zapped from me. “Well, Dean. The last time someone yelled at me like that, I sliced their head off and quite frankly amigo, you’re going to share the same fate for speaking to me like that.” He begins to walk towards me, caressing the blade with his fingertips. Natural instincts drive me to struggle in the grip of his henchmen, but its little use. “Fabian! Don’t do it, he’s only here for your

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