Obadiah’s Madness

"Damn it, damn it!" Inside a villa, the living room, which should have been neat and tidy, was now a complete mess—shattered glass, a ruined round table. And crooked chairs. All of it showed that the place had just been thoroughly smashed up. "You useless trash!" Obadiah, the pot-bellied man, angrily pointed at the kidnapper leader on the computer screen. The other man watched the enraged Obadiah with an indifferent expression. "It's already happened. What's the use of getting angry now?