Chapter 78

• Draven Fox
• "Why?" I simply asked Nancy with the thumb crusher in my hand as Jones adjusted the tightness of the silver chains around her wrists. When I saw it previously, the device had two vertical, distance-spaced round bars, but a third one had been added, with the middle one containing threads for the screw. A rectangular metal bar was affixed to the top of the three bars. On top of it, another one with three holes was slung into the vertical bars, with space for fitting the fingers.
• "I hate repeating myself, Nancy," I hissed lowly, my jaw ticking, when she coughed and spat blood, glaring at me with drowsy eyes.