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Clearing his throat, he asked, “How about atch another movie?”

Sighing, thankful for the distraction, I answered, “I would like that”

He stood and walked to the TV, allowing me to slouch back and—if only for a moment—relax

Chapter Fourteen

Styx

Throwing open the door to e skinhead was strapped to a lone chair I caught the fker lift his head and spotted “SS”, “KKK” tattoos and swastikas plastered all over his skin

Skinheads

Motherfuckin’ Neo’s!

Ky followed behindat the dick Frantically, his eyes darted around at the five of us Shedding my shirt as I made my way to my blade cabinet, the White Power bastard decided to open his stupid fkin’ mouth

“I won’t talk!” He trackedas I picked outyou can do that’ll make me talk”

Taking outknife, the hard steel scraping on thick leather

“Hey, you with the knife! I’ to you!”

Flaripped his cheeks in his hands “He don’t talk Haven’t you heard the rumors over in Hicksville?”

Placing the strop down, I walked to stand in front of the steroid-pumped-up son of a bitch who took out Lois He sed and a bead of sweat trickled down his face “The Hangmen Mute…?” he whispered, as realization hit

I simply smiled in response Yeah, it’s the motherfuckin’ mute

The chair began rocking as the Nazi fought to get free of his restraints I just shook ot closer and I could s on the floor

“Shit, Prez, your reputation preceeds ya!” Viking clapped his hands together, boo with AK

I jerkedKy to join me

Spinning the blade in , I pressed the tip to the fker’s already bare chest, then I began carving out part one of h into the skin to cause nail-biting pain, but not enough to puncture any ans Now this shit takes skill

Getting a daonized screa my handiwork AK stepped up behind me and whistled low