(OOC: No, I'm not going to make your roll for that)

Anna kicks him once, then twice, then a third time to the sound of cracking ribs. He keels over in so much pain his legs come up in a seated fetal position, screaming and moaning into the duct tape over his mouth. The beast revels in the brutality of the act, begging Anna to give him more, to kick him till he is nothing more than ruined flesh and gristle. And wouldn't the bastard deserve it after what he did to Katie? He offers no resistance as Anna and Aisling carry him upstairs.