"Behind Las Vegas" - by George Ha (a work in progress)

I was sitting in the lobby when they brought him out. His face was bruised, his ears emaciated, patches of hair were missing. I wondered what they had done to him. I wondered if they had beat him until he cried, I wondered if they had cut him up or bruised him where I couldn't see, I wondered if they had stole his manhood away from him. With all that wonder, the hatred turned into sorrow.