The rainstorm of fists mercilessly fell on Fatty. He could only curl up on the ground, protecting his head and face, rolling around as he let out heart-wrenching screams that intensified in severity. His cries, which seemed to have changed in tone due to the pain, were even more horrific than being thrown into boiling oil, tearing at one's heart and lungs with extreme agony. This made all the inmates in the D2 cellblock feel as if they were in hell, their hair standing on end.
Andre listened to Fatty's wails, his face turning ashen! Such severe beatings were not uncommon in Abnosk Prison, but it was the first time he'd seen it produce such an outcome! This Fatty... was just a lowlife! Watching him howl and cry on the ground like a shrew while rolling back and forth, occasionally pleading for mercy, with both arms protecting his plain face as if his whole life depended on it, made even his beaten posture seem so vile!
