"You must be feeling very good about yourself, aren't you?" I couldn't help remarking as I looked at Father, who was standing before me.
"I have no idea what you're talking about, son. I'm just excited you finally decided to honor your old man's wish."
"Can't even try to have some shame?"
"Shame? What's that? Is it edible?"
"Fuck…" I groaned, already growing a migraine from the conversation.
"Enough, old man. Let's just get this over with. There are apparently bigger fish to fry."
"Pigeons, son. Bigger pigeons to roast."
"Haa… whatever you say." I sighed, dragging a hand across my face.
"So… how do we do this? What should I do?"
My exhaustion was immediately wiped away the moment I heard that question, a strange feeling of excitement bubbling up from within me.
Why was I suddenly getting excited?
Well, it was none other than the fact that I was about to inflict hellish pain on my old man.
