From the introduction: Pain flashed through half closed eyes as another blow landed against his face, causing his head to snap back violently then loll forward. The blow almost made him forget the broken glass and shards of metal that covered the abandoned factory’s floor. “I’m losing my patience Mr. Raynard, and most often I am a man of great patience.” came the cool collected voice of his tormentor. Raynard raised his head slowly and blinked back tears and blood that clouded his vision. The haze began to clear and in the dim light that came from the few unbroken bulbs he looked at the man in the immaculate Armani suit with hate and burning anger. If it wasn’t for the two men holding him back he would have torn the heart from the man’s breast. He coughed.