The Butcher whacked his cleaver into the tree right next to my head. The chips of rough bark flew into my skin and dust pricked in my eyes. I strained against the ropes, but they didn’t budge an inch. He definitely knew how to tie a knot.
“It’s pointless to try and escape, little birdy.” He pulled a pair of nippers from the belt hanging around his fat belly and waved it in front of me. “Where to start, where to start.”
I closed my eyes as the metal bumped against my fingertips. The cold steel sent shivers down my spine as the nippers grabbed hold of the nail of my thumb.
Danny, Danny, Danny, Danny.
SNATCH.
Pain like I hadn’t felt before ever shot through me and even the slightest brush of wind hurt the exposed tender flesh. Cold tears ran down my cheek, but I couldn’t even wipe them a
