that david played and it pleased the Lord;

[wingborne]

The cold metal pipe smashed his nose and jaw with a sickening crack, and the blood gushed from his mouth as the white pain ripped into his nerves, and he was breathing like a garbled animal. His broken glasses clattered to the floor, where a black boot flattened the frame and smashed the glass. Everything flashed blindingly for a second, and he lunged out with a fist into the fat bastard’s face, and the impact was a satisfying crunch as he felt the nose cartridge snap under his fingers. And suddenly, he was thrown back again, the pipe crashing into the side of his head and the blood got into his mouth and up his nose and dripped from his chin, and a kick to his ribs left him reeling back in pain until he threw himself at him, pushing them both down to the ground as the bastard landed on his back with his head snapping back against the cold hard cement floor, and the blood tasted strange in his mouth but it tasted stranger in the bastard’s mouth as he smashed his mouth onto his, their teeth clicking together and biting down to draw even more sickening blood from the soft flesh of the lips.