The pliers hovered over his index finger. "This one looks proud. Doesn't it, Grayson? Always pointing. Always dishing out orders. Tell me, would this finger have been the first one you shoved inside her if you'd had the chance?"I didn't wait for an answer. The pliers clamped down, biting into the nail, and his whole body jerked. His throat ripped itself raw around a sound that wasn't even a scream, more like a dying animal's groan.I twisted until the finger fell off his hand.Veins bulged across his neck as he writhed in the chair, gasping out between curses. "Fuck! OH, FUCK! WHAT THE FUCK!?"The fear was there now, shining plain in his eyes. Somewhere inside him, I knew a voice was already whispering how 'serious' this was.While he whimpered, I turned back to the table where my collection lay in neat rows."You're sick, man," he said, like I hadn't worn that diagnosis into my skin a thousand times already."Are you seriously fighting for her? The girl doesn't even acknowledge you.
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