Chapter 87: A fake deal

Shawn

All my effort to muffle the scream doesn't work as he chops off the other big toe on my right leg. My head banging with severe ache, as I struggle to catch my breath.

He swings the blood-stained gardening tool to the floor. Maybe he has giving up or maybe he's about to pick up another weapon, i cant tell but the pain in both my legs, increase, coursing through the whole of my body.

"Are you ready to talk?" he asks, adjusting his glass frames and staining them in the process.

He walks up to me, but i continue to act unmoved by his threats and torture.

Knowing that he wouldn't back down, i think of another alternative.

"What do i stand to gain by telling you anything?' i ask.

He leans closer to my face, as though trying to dig out the answers he needs by searching my eyes.

"Nothing. You gain nothing," he spits on my face. I look a way, disgusted.

"But..." he continues, walking back to the sink and leaving the tap running, "if you give me what i need, maybe your family will be gr