Damian
I sat there, pulling Darren’s fingernails off with pliers as he choked on what bleach was left in his mouth.
“You... FUCKER!” He hissed through his dry throat. His face was burned by the chemicals, making him look like a piece of beef jerky. I shrugged as I continued to pull, slowly. He screamed, a terrible yet lovely scream as I flicked his nail on the floor.
“That makes...” I looked down. “Twenty!” I grinned as I took Drain-o, pouring it over his wounds. He pulled, trying to get away.
“DAMN IT!” He roared as I went back, picking his fingernails off as they regrew. I peeked into his mind as it cracked. I caught glimpses of his partner sitting at a desk.
“Mmm, interesting.” I sucked my teeth as I dropped a nail on the floor. “It seems...” I looked up at him, holding the p
