The wound on my foot hurt like hell as the Butcher peeled the skin back, inch by inch. Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, the ache stopped. Just for a moment.
I watched the butcher twirl the metal rod between his fingers as he poked it in the fire next to his cabin. The steel glowed red and sizzled as he briefly rested it on his work bench. The wood curled up and burned black under the pressure of the metal. The Butcher laughed as he showed me exactly what he could do to me.
All thoughts of keeping up a show had left my mind. All I wanted was a way to deal with the pain. For it to go away. My whole body was trembling in fear and for the life of me, I couldn’t will it to stop. My bounds weren’t giving in and holding myself strong was proving to be harder with every passing mi
