Favor the Youngster

Harry let out a deep sigh as he heard the forceful pounding on his door. "What do they want now?" he muttered to himself, rising from his comfortable chair. The constant annoyance of someone repeatedly ringing his doorbell over the past few days had escalated, and it was starting to get on his nerves. This time, however, there was something different in the air. Glancing at his watch, he noted the late hour—almost 10 p.m.—which was unusually late for such antics.

Approaching the door cautiously, Harry peered through the peephole to catch a glimpse of a tall, slender blonde fidgeting outside. While he doubted she had a hidden accomplice lurking nearby, he couldn't afford to be careless when it came to his safety. After confirming there was no immediate danger, he unlocked and opened the door, only to be met with a sudden explosion as the door crashed inward, knocking him to the floor and grazing his chin.

The blonde stormed into the room, forcefully shutting the door and locking it behind her, while Harry lay on the ground, trying to regain his senses. Before he could react, she gagged him with a cloth, bound his legs, and dragged him into the kitchen, where she secured his hands to a chair behind him.

"You killed my sister," she hissed menacingly, her voice dripping with anger. "And her child. And now, you'll pay for it. If you make a sound when I remove this gag, it will be your last."

With a swift motion, she removed the cloth from Harry's mouth, her intense gaze fixed upon him. Still reeling from the events, Harry struggled to comprehend the situation.

"Who is your sister?" he managed to ask, his mind still in a haze.

In response, she delivered a hard kick to his shin, causing him to yelp in pain. "You don't even remember, do you? You sick bastard. Let me refresh your memory. Five years ago, you caused a car accident. My sister was the passenger, and her daughter was in the back seat."

Suddenly, Harry's memories started to resurface, piece by painful piece. "I'm sorry. It was an accident. But I've paid my debt to society," he pleaded, attempting to reason with her.

"Paid your debt?" she spat, her frustration palpable. "Your legal maneuvers and evasion of real consequences mean nothing. What about my niece, who will never experience the life she was meant to have? What about my brother-in-law, whose world was shattered and continues to be? Where is their justice?"

Driven by anger, she struck him with a powerful blow to the nose, causing it to crunch and sending Harry sprawling backward with a loud thud. Gripping him by the collar, she forced him back up.

Harry, still dazed, barely registered her untying one of his hands. She yanked it forcefully, dislocating his shoulder and tearing some tendons in the process. "That should prevent you from resisting too much," she remarked coldly, splashing cold water on his face to revive him.

Locking eyes with him, she snapped his left index finger, resulting in a loud cry of agony that was partially muffled by the cloth shoved back into his mouth. In a fit of rage, she struck him again, dislodging three teeth.

"We can keep going all night, Harry," she said, her voice filled with a chilling determination. "I've been observing you for weeks, so I know your routine. No one will come looking for you until you've been missing for days. Just like my sister, who never saw it coming. And just like you, who won't see it coming either."