“Place your hand on the ground,” the woman instructed darkly. “Fingers spread.”
The killer trembled as he did what he was told. A moment later, a light flashed before his eyes before the most intense pain in his life consumed his entire being. He forced his eyes open to see that one of his fingers had been chopped off, and he felt like his hand was on fire.
The hitman shakily picked up his severed finger as he pressed his wounded hand to his chest.
“Go and lick your wounds,” the woman sneered. “If you're fast enough, it can be reattached. Now, get out of my sight.”
The killer nodded and hastily made a retreat. He only screamed in pain the moment he was out of earshot.
After the hitman left, the room fell into silence once again. The woman sitting on the sofa picked up
