Chance’s POV
My cell phone dropped to the cement floor by my feet, as the smell of my flesh melting away from my hand was enough to make me sick, but the immense pain of feeling my skin burning beneath the chains made me want to pass out. It had only been seconds since I held the chains in my hand, but it was long enough for me to feel what they were meant for. There was now no question in my mind where the dried blood had come from, as I was sure that these chains and cuffs had melted through the last person’s flesh like butter.
“Give me your hand.” My father said, as he appeared in front of me with a pair of thick rubber gloves on that went up to his elbows.
I hesitated for a second, knowing that whatever he was going to do, it wasn’t going to be pleasant, but I knew it had to be do
