So, I wrote something and would like some critique! I'll warn you now, there is violence.
Backstory for this: Our MC, here, is trying to show the world how truly evil his father and his father's company is. In this scene, he gets caught in the act by his father, who proves that even his own child is not too precious to feel pain.
If you are uncomfortable reading about violence and the like, I suggest you exit, now. If not, let me know what you think. How could I improve this scene? How could I better achieve what I wish to portray, here? What are some areas in which I could be stronger?
Julius dug around in the files, silently begging the one he needed to be in the pile. He grimaced, hearing the pages of one flutter loudly as it tumbled to the floor. He scrambled to pick it up, sort the pages back into some semblance of straightness and order and return it within its folder. As he stood up, he felt an arm wrap around him. Suddenly, he felt pressure in the back of his hand. He tried to lift it off the desk, but to no avail. His hand tingled intensely. He tried, again. A burning heat exploded from the point of pressure. He looked at his hand, flinching and realized, with horror, that there was a knife going through it. The hand holding the knife in wiggled it and ripped it free. Julius stared in shock at his hand. Before he could catch up with the present moment, he was thrust against the wall. Looking at his attacker, he realized with fright that his father was grinning down at him. Juliusâ€™ eyes widened in terror, thoughts of his brutal murder filling his mind. Gilbert stabbed Juliusâ€™ hand into the wall.
â€œSo,â€ he said in that calm, dangerous tone of voice, â€œYouâ€™re plotting against me.â€ Julius shook in silent terror. How did he find out? Heâ€™d kept everything secret. He hadnâ€™t told anyone. Everything had been hidden. Heâ€™d looped the security camera feed. Heâ€™d kept out of sight. His mind blanked as Gilbert twisted the knife. Julius held back a shriek of pain. He wouldnâ€™t give him the satisfaction. He couldnâ€™t back down. Not now.
â€œYes,â€ he winced. No more would he lie about this. Heâ€™d been caught red handed.
â€œBut Julius,â€ Gilbert replied, twisting the knife again, â€œSurely you know the cost of this action. Surely you know what happens when you cross me. Youâ€™ve seen it, before. Youâ€™ve been through it.â€
â€œIâ€™m done being a coward,â€ Julius replied, â€œIâ€™m done being your property.â€ He winced as the blade twisted, again. â€œIâ€™m done being a Peterson.â€