Battered but Unbroken

I turned to look at him.

His face wore a cold, sinister smile.

Oddly enough, at that moment, I wasn't scared. I wasn't disgusted either. I just felt pure, unbridled anger at the sight of that face.

I smiled, twisted with fury, and said, "So this is Mr. Keefer's favorite drink, huh? I never would've guessed you had such a... peculiar taste. You might want to keep that a secret, though. Wouldn't wan