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• The pliers hovered over his index finger. "This one looks proud. Doesn't it, Grayson? Always pointing. Always dishing out orders. Tell me, would this finger have been the first one you shoved inside her if you'd had the chance?"
• I didn't wait for an answer. The pliers clamped down, biting into the nail, and his whole body jerked. His throat ripped itself raw around a sound that wasn't even a scream, more like a dying animal's groan.
• I twisted until the finger fell off his hand.