Redna's POV
I look into his eyes once more, it is clear this time and there is nothing to contend with the fact that he means what he just said to me.
"Still quiet?" Devion asks as he moves to the man's toes. He hasn't even finished with the right hand, three fingers have already been indelibly disfigured and two indeliberately spared.
"Fingers aren't enough for you, You deserve to be in his position" I spit at him
"That's out of question, Red" he says walking to the adjacent end of the wall and selecting a dagger from the assorted types of knives arranged and hanging on the wall.
"Please...Please...No..." The man muttered I could see how weak and bloodshot his eyes are with excruciating pains and I hate myself for not responding.
When he digs the knife into the man's big toe, he yel
