Any last words?

"Are you going somewhere special?" His voice had a mocking sound and Ryan knew it was over, there was no way to get away from this fruit cake. He saw the baseball bat in Gabe’s hand but didn’t have the strength to move. He was like paralyzed and held his arms in front of his face for protection. "What a shame that I don’t have time for a little chat with you, but I have to be careful that our lovely Leyla does not take off and flees through the front door during our little talk. She's still locked in the toilet, isn’t she? " Ryan was sweating, he literally felt the pores on his face and neck open like locks and sweat ran across his face as if he were standing in the shower. Game over, he thought, but Gabe still thought that Leyla was in the house and he had to use this fact in Leyla’s favor to give her a lead, so he nodded. Gabe grimaced in disgust, "You sweat like a pig, it is really disgusting. But dont worrry I will redeem you soon

enough, any last words, Englishmen? " Ryan looked up, into the ice-cold green eyes, "burn in hell, you damn psychopathic bastard!" Smiling Gabe lifted the baseball bat…..