"c***k!"
A sickening, teeth-grating snap of breaking bone echoed through the dead-end alley.
A guttural, inhuman scream tore out of James's throat.
The steel pipe crashed down again and again, blow after brutal blow.
By the time it stopped, his once unharmed leg was a mangled, bloody mess, turned into nothing but pulp.
No more faking it now.
He was a fully-fledged invalid.
Both of his legs were completely destroyed.
Standing off to the side, Grace soiled herself from pure terror. Her muscles turned to jelly as she crumpled to the ground, unable to move an inch.
Thomas wiped the blood splatter off his steel pipe, then stared down at Grace from where he loomed over her.
"As for you..."
"You're a little past your prime, but you'll still fetch a decent price."
"We'll send you down
