Unzip. Zip.
The sound made me nauseous. His leather pouch was displayed in the middle of the table like a prize. My whole body shook. I was going to vomit.
Unzip. Zip.
He smiled, displaying his yellow, tobacco-stained teeth. “Are you ready to talk?”
It took courage. I know what my action would mean. I shook my head.
Unzip. Zip.
“This only provides more fun for me.” He chuckled.
Unzip.
He dumped the contents of the pouch on the table. Three decaying fingers rolled out.
I gazed at my stumps. Only two fingers left. He flashed the pliers.
Snip. Snip.
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