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“Guess you’ll never know” I flash o over to the here there are so to the farrier I take

I take each tool down one at a ti which one will inflict the most pain

“Do you knohat this?” I look at the piece of shit sent here to har the pritchel

He shakes his head looking pale

“It’s called a pritchel It’s used to make holes in horseshoes But I think I will use it to make holes in you”

Cold sweat breaks out across his forehead “Maybe I’ll use this first though” I hold up a different one “This is a nail puller or I a to do with this” I hold up the clinch cutters A tool that resembles a tiny hatchet “There’s just so rin

I settle on the curved blade knife first

I prick the point of o over to where there’s a whetstone and set to sharpening the blade “Do you think he’s a screa, don’t you? He’s dah

“Coht I had to They said they’d kill me”

“Why don’t you take off a fingernail or two first and then see if he wants to talk,” I tell Cort He nods and gets to it

I watch hiuy’s hand is shaking and he nearly bites through his bottom lip from the pain

“It was a guy high up A biker I can’t remember his name,” he says, desperate already to end the pain

“Who?” I stand up and stalk toward him

“I can’t say but you could guess and I can give you hints” He bounces in the chair like it’s going to ically allow him to free himself