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When two teenage girls are raped by brutish mercenaries and the witnesses murdered while the thugs are helped to evade justice. Forrest King and Catherine Jordan track the culprits to Greece where they infiltrate the private island of Stefano Balasi, the crime boss who employs the thugs.
Determined to make the mercenaries pay for the rapes, Forrest, Catherine and their friends back in England soon find themselves the targets of an ancient demonic cult whose followers have a taste for human flesh.
Smashing the soldier's head into the rock, Forrest King imagined everything this sick slug had done to those poor girls, encouraging him to thrust him into the jagged edge even harder. Slamming him down onto the ground, he stared at the blood streaming from the soldier's forehead.
Kicking the soldier in the chest, he felt embarrassed to waste his time on a slug that was only tough enough to beat up teenage girls with a group of his buddies. “Come on, Cuddles. You can't give up that bloody easily, I can't enjoy beating the crap out of you if you don't make an effort.”
Knowing what his employer would do if he failed to stop this guy getting any further, the soldier slammed into Forrest's black wetsuit, smashing him against the rock. Hoping that the intruder was winded, he scrambled for his AK-47 assault rifle.
Slamming his foot onto the weapon, Forrest pinned it to the rocks, smashing the back of his hand across the soldier's face. “How'd you want it? Quick or painful?”
Watching the pathetic slug begin to beg as he realised what was going to happen, Forrest couldn't believe this sick bastard expected compassion after everything he did to those girls, wondering how many times they begged him not to hurt them. “Okay, we'll do this the fun way.”
Pausing to hear the water smashing against the rocks, Forrest grinned, getting a really wicked idea. Grabbing the soldier's combat jacket, he dragged him to the edge of the ocean, pushing him down onto his knees. “Shall we see how long you can hold your breath?”
Despite the soldier struggling to shake his head, Forrest thrust his head beneath the water, forcing him deeper until he stopped trying to fight back. Holding the soldier under the water for a couple more minutes, he kicked the lifeless body into the ocean.
“Was that really necessary?”