page71 (1/2)

Sledge raises his fist, but I speak before he can strike “You can kill him now, or you can make it last for months”

Sledge hesitates, his eyes darting tohis features

“Because if he dies right now, he doesn’t tell us anything If he lives, he lives to suffer another day And another And another”

I pullI do when I’m ready to scare the hell out of people who think they’re a badass My back goes to Sledge, giving hiain

“I kno to row little by little, until you can handle soout frole strike Every single cut Every single ounce of agonizing torture without the reprieve of your body shutting down to spare you”

I look overat me once

“I kno to make him pray for hope to survive because death seeo on “And I can assure you, that after six et his own na you for mercy He’ll cry and piss himself when you step into view He’ll be your bitch, in other words”

Sledge takes a step back, blowing out a breath as he gets himself under control Hershel has paled a little, reluctant fear etching his face All these years, he’s never heardwhen I tell Sledge I can coach him on how to completely ruin a person

“Not only will you coo on “He’s too old to recover”

A dark se

“Liza was good Especially when she was screae into a furious retaliation that will kill him

Sledge’s lips twitch, not at all rattled

“Let’s do this your way, kid,” Sledge tellstoward Hershel “Because I want to see hi”

Not speaking, I lift ether, as Hershel tries to rock the chair he’s tied to, but it’s nailed to the boards of the shed’s floor After constructing aout of my shirt, I drop it over Hershel’s head

And with that, I turn Sledge into s that he can do to Hershel

Telling his I know

Because they were done to me