Furor grabbed him by his throat
"Hey what the fuck do you think you are doing?"
Furor grabbed him tighter wrenching his hands around the neck.
"Where the fuck is it?"
"Where's what?"
"The fuckin' money. where the fuck is it?"
"Over there"
"It better be all there...."
Furor threw the guy to the ground and kicked him in the face...

Furor was starting to enjoy this he had a real sense of enjoyment as he would go and collect debts, more often than not they paid up. In certain circumstances however they would try to test him these instances he thrived on.

He loved inflicting pain, one day he was approaching another target he walked right up to him and pushed him over, and proceeded to beat the hell out of him.

"You better have it"

The man handed over a roll of notes

"What that's not even half of it...?"

Furor continued on beating into the guy and pulled out a razor and attacked him with it......

A razor. Damn thats intense...so many cuts...I don't think anyone would be able to recognize him with so many slashes. Not to mention all the blood...so many small pools.  I feel sorry for the people who have to clean up after such a show.

I couldn't agree more. Who would have thought of a razor to inflict pain if not one with a passion for art in doing it? Such is the trade mark of the Furor.