Bleeding profusely,Don Anderson didn't order his men to stop beating Gabriel Hill. He was sprawled on the floor, almost lifeless.

With the raising of his hand, they stopped. He ordered them to bring him closer.

They took him by the arm and dragged him across the floor. His face was unrecognizable, full of bruises, with one of his eyes half closed.

Blood poured from his mouth as he tried to speak and beg for his miserable life.

"Don...f-forgive me" his voice inaudible but there was a hint he knew he was going to die "I..I..didn't do much in this lifetime..." he coughed out blood "I was..was a horrible father and...