"Which one will you lose, Justina? Let's see, this little finger went to market," he started out to singsong, tapping one of them. "This little finger stayed home. This little finger had roast beef. . . "
I tried to mentally prepare myself for my chance. Now that one of them was once outside, this was my first-rate opportunity. It was tough for me to focus, however. I'd had years of experience getting knocked around, but with all of my injuries, I saved feeling myself wandering nearer to unconsciousness.
My mom met my eyes. . . and then kicked the chair out from beneath her.
"Goddammit," Theodius Mcgraw snapped, protecting her up with one hand. "Why'd you do that?"
In the 2d that he was distracted, I yanked towards the knives on my wrists with all my strength, feeling my flesh shred.
