JUST A SMALL FAVOR

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“I HOPE YOU'RE WATCHING YOU SICK BASTARD”, TONI MUTTERED.

HE WALKED OVER TO THE BOUND MAN AND FOUND “JOHN” WHIMPERING LOUDLY, TEARS STAINING HIS TAN SKIN.

TONI WALKED QUIETLY NEXT TO THE MAN WHERE HIS WRISTS WERE BOUND TO THE CHAIR BY SILVER DUCT TAPE. HE MUST HAVE BEEN HERE FOR QUITE SOME TIME IN ORDER FOR HIS WRISTS TO BE AS RED AND CHAFFED AS THEY WERE. THIS “JOHN” PROBABLY TRIED TO FREE HIMSELF BUT ONLY IN VAIN AND GOD ONLY KNOWS WHAT WAS DONE TO HIM PRIOR TO TONI BEING LOCKED IN THERE WITH HIM, HOWEVER NOT HAVING A SINGLE SCRATCH ON HIM.

TONI REACHED FOR ONE OF “JOHN’S” HANDS AND DELICATELY PLAYED WITH HIS FINGERS, HE SAW HE HAD A GOLD WEDDING RING ON. TONI TOOK IT OFF, SHOVED IT IN HIS POCKET, AND PLACED THE RUSTED PLIERS UNDER THE FINGERNAIL. HE LEFT THEM THERE FOR JUST A MOMENT BEFORE YANKING THE NAIL IN IS ENTIRETY IN ONE SWIFT MOVEMENT. TEARS FELL FROM TONI’S EYES IN REGRET.

THE MAN SCREAMED. OF COURSE HE SCREAMED, I MEAN THAT COULDN'T HAVE FELT GOOD, TONI THOUGHT, BUT IT HAD TO BE DONE, THE OWNER MAY BE WATCHING.

ONCE HE QUIETED DOWN A BIT, TONI PLACED THE PLIERS ON THE FIRST KNUCKLE OF THE INDEX FINGER. THE MAN GASPED AND STARTED TO BREATHE HEAVILY AS TONI BEGAN TO PUT PRESSURE AND TWIST SLOWLY. THE SOUND OF SHARP GASPS, CRUNCHING BONES AND CARTILAGE ALONG WITH SNAPPING OF TENDONS AND LIGAMENTS FILLED THE ROOM THEN WITH A SHARP TWIST OF THE PLIER’S, “JOHN’S” DISTAL PHALANGE WAS ON THE CONCRETE FLOOR.

TONI DIDN'T WANT THE MAN DYING FROM SHOCK TOO SOON, THAT WOULD MEAN THIS GAME THE OWNER WAS PLAYING WOULD BE OVER AND HE WOULD BE IN THAT CHAIR SOONER RATHER THAN LATER - HE STILL NEEDED TO GET OUT; TONI FOUND A RUBBER BAND IN THE DESK DRAWER AND MADE A CRUDE TOURNIQUET TO STOP THE BLEEDING THEN RETURNED THE PLIERS BACK TO THE TOOLBOX.

TONI WAS LOOKING OVER THE TOOLBOX WHEN THE NEXT ONE CAUGHT HIS EYE - A STRAIGHT SAW.