CHAPTER FORTY EIGHT

- KILLIAN -

An excruciating groan slid out of Marino's mouth as I place the third bloody pair of teeth on a metal tray.

He's not talking. I will soon make him. "Still not ready to utter a word?" I ask, holding his head up to look at me by grabbing his short hair in my hand and squeezing my fist.

"You're a fool to think I will." He said with a grimace. Because of his removed teeth, his voice sounds quite funny to my ears.

I grinned. I was going easy on him but he seems to want none of it. "I'll make you. Sooner or later, if you don't appreciate me being your dentist, I shall give you a pedicure instead."

Marino's eyes widened. His blood stained teeth shivered in response and his throat tightened. Marino spread his mouth open wider but instead of speaking, he laughed.

"There is this book the Ivanovs used to read." I start, taking my hand off his hair. Marino eyed my movement carefully as I adjust backwards, looking at his face. "When a dog has a lot of free will, it becomes naughty.