Trigger warning! This chapter contains content that portrays explicit torture. Readers' discretion is advised.
Molly looked like a bloody mess. I had taken all her fingernails and toes. I thought about cutting her fingers, but that wouldn’t be fun. I needed something that made my blood rush.
I put the pliers on my chin, thinking about what to do next. I heard Elias yell, telling me how much of a monster I am.
“You…are…a…psychopath,” Molly was having a hard time speaking; her voice was hoarse from all the yelling, and the blood she had lost was not helping her stay awake.
“Yes, and you are falling asleep, which isn’t good,” I mumbled. Hmm, what should I do? Pour boiling water over her? Seemed like a good idea.
“Maybe my powers can come in handy now?” Tammie asked.
