Tanner was sitting in a chair watching the devil himself whistle a children’s song like he wasn’t planning on carving into a human body. He hadn’t even spent a day with the monster and he already wanted to rip his twisted head from his shoulders. It would be an honorable deed to save the world from this monster. If only he could get his damn body free of this f*****g chair! “Can you answer a question for me?” Tanner asked the man who was currently whistling Yankee Doodle while he placed torture devices side by side on a tray that moved around with him on wheels. “If it will loosen your tongue and get me some answers I will oblige your request. What is this question you have for me?” Laurent responded. “What exactly ca

