….He hits the reinforced glass with a force that should have smashed it into a thousand pieces and continued on downward, but instead it catches him like a pair of sure hands and holds him in stay. For several long moments he lies unmoving, before eventually letting out a laboured groan before the glass shatters beneath Clive, and he drops the remaining forty odd feet to the ground below, hitting the marbled floor with an explosion of red.

Giovanni turns to Kathryn with a gleeful smile torn across his face while a sea of sweat cascade down his brow. “SEE! I told you the son-of-a-bitch couldn’t fly,” he says, his words laced with a plethora of sarcasm.

“Bet that made you feel REAL big, didn’t it! Bet it made YOU feel like a real man!” she spits venomously as she pulls her gaze away his, while a ocean of tears well up in her eyes.

“Honey, every time I go to the toilet, I see how big a man I am,” he says with a with a wry smile. “But enough about the size of my cock, let’s see if you can fly?”…