Dominic Mylod loosened his grip, and Ben Miller pulled his hand back with a sharp hiss of pain. His wrist was already beginning to discolor, blooming into a sickly shade of purple where Dominic’s fingers had clamped down like a hydraulic press. Gnashing his teeth and nursing the throbbing joint, Ben glared at him with murderous intent.
"You’re dead, kid. You hear me? Dead!" he spat, his voice trembling with a mixture of agony and ego. "You dare lay hands on me? I’m going to make sure you spend the rest of your pathetic life eating through a straw as a vegetable!"
Without a second thought, Ben Miller fumbled for his smartphone with his good hand, his fingers stabbing at the screen. He put the call on speaker, his voice booming with entitled fury. "Mr. Madison, it’s Ben. I’ve got some suic
