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The Hammer And The Nail
OMG, it was a pukefest. Philippe had apparently broken the biro and opted for something more sturdy and durable. It did the trick. Magda’s screams were worse close-up. I forced myself to watch. It felt like some kind of weird, sick duty.
Philippe told me to take off Magda’s boots and socks. She fought me, but I did it. At first, I thought he was making her more comfortable. Then it dawned on me as I stepped back out of the way. He started with the smallest toe on her left foot. He asked her how much JPAC knew. She refused to answer.
Philippe took aim with the hammer.
There was a bone-crunching thunk. A gurgling whimper. Magda cried, yet she didn’t spill.
“Do they know we’re alive?” Philippe asked.
“I was a Type A … before I became an Overseer,” Magda said.
