Chapter 105: Triplets

• Saul couldn't fathom this kind of cruelty being performed in front of him. Sure, he himself had participated in some nasty cruel business before, but not without a purpose. All six of the people, turned pool table pockets, were in horrid physical condition. Noses were busted, eyes swollen shut, teeth shattered, and bleeding jaws were bruised on every angle. The rest of their bodies weren't spared either. Partygoers would be walking around the table and would either kick or step on the legs and feet of the tied-up prisoners. Some even went as far too spill drinks needlessly onto them.
• Saul looked around at the triplets, each playing this terrible game of pool. He had seen them a few times before at the Arena, but not from this close. They were all very tall and muscular, like they had been taking steroids for a long time. Each of their legs and arms were swollen beyond normal with powerful looking muscles and their shirts looked ready to burst at every movement. Their chiseled physiques were rather off putting when considered that they all had very bushy, curly ginger hair and freckled farm boy faces. It was even more comical when they spoke with their light Irish accents.
• "Aye, that was a good shot Sean." One of them said to the eldest triplet.