Andy’s other hand rose, showing him his palm. “Yes! Please let me go! We have a-”
Iggy stomped his foot into Andy’s chest and snapped his shoulder out of its socket. The shriek that came out of him was shrill and high, even thrilling. Iggy opened his bloodied mouth and laughed. Wanting more, he squeezed his fingers tighter and pulled all of his strength together. He ripped Andy’s arm completely off. Shredded it off, actually.
He flung the limb overhead, splattering blood across the beige window treatments along the front wall of the house. The blood seeped out of Andy and pooled on the floor next to him. In shock, Andy quaked under Iggy’s foot and became ghostly pale.
Iggy bellowed in laughter. He leant down and picked up Andy’s other arm. He extended it straight up, grasped it hard,
