What the **** man? Kill me already! I screamed, spit running down my chin. He looked at me and laughed. This is what it comes to, no? the brave man on his knees, broken, doesn’t believe that he will pay for everything? Your worse than those who fight to their last. Shut up! Just make it quick. Why should I? I want to hear your story first. That’s what you want? I spat at his feet. Fine, that’s what you’ll get. I was born Mark Bennett, 1980, to ms and Mr Bennett of 403 maple street in sweet ol’ suburbia in Philadelphia. I was a honour student through high school, and majored in orthodontia in college. My mother died the year I graduated. I married Lindsay Alden in 2002. I came to Chicago to attend an orthodontia seminar that would occur over the weekend. I arrived early in order to sight see and bring back some photos. My wife loves photography. Shes pregnant with our first child. You wanted my story, there it is. He laughed in my face. I could smell his mouthwash. Funny, I think I have the wrong man. You may go. He laughed again. I want your real story, not your cover. Come on, out with it! He punctuated the last word with a stinging slap to the face. Sent reeling, I sprawled onto the floor, tasting blood in my mouth. Glaring up at him from the ground I realized he meant to see this through. He smiled grimly, displaying perfect white teeth. 

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