“Do you think you’re actually worth something now?” the grip was too rough.
“No sir,” tears touched downcast eyes.
“Damn rights you’re not.”
“The only use you have is as an underling. If you can’t do that, there’s no point in you even living.”
“There’s a ledge right over there.”
Strangled was the noise that came from a constricted throat. Feet scrambled to find purchase. A pounding heart and cruel laughter filled flushed ears.