“Grandma may not be able to handle it.” Eli pleaded.
“Keep the maids out.” The Ice god said calmly, and two men hurried off to follow his command.
He pushed a cleaver forward, a short axe, an electric lopper chainsaw, a Japanese butcher knife..
Prim stopped naming them in her head as she watched him calmly arranging them in a neat row on the wooden coffee table in front of him.
“We do not hit women.” He said, placing the last object on the table, a gun. “You know this, we do not hurt women and children.”
“I was not thinking. Please,” Elias screamed in fear.
“I cannot kill you. I cannot hurt you either. So that leaves us with just one option.” He looked up. “I want your right hand.”
Prim felt nauseous, and clung to the wall for support.
She wanted to speak, to plead on behalf of t
