>>5464924<span class="mu-s">Hold him.</span>
Nhon commands Mick to pin him to the floor, with his head facing down to the floor. Once that’s done, Mick puts his feet on his throat.
<span class="mu-s">Feel like confessing yet?</span>
<span class="mu-b">You’re.. a sick fuck.</span>
<span class="mu-s">Oh well.</span>
Nhon gives Mick a nod, prompting him to smash the hand of the delinquent with his spiked club. He tries to let out a scream, but because of the pressure on his throat, he can only let out low pitched seething.
Nhon pulls out a ball shaped firecracker and lights it. As the fuse is burning, he slides it under the punk’s shattered hand. To ensure that the explosion is throughly contained in his hand, Nhon stops squatting and steps on his hand.
A muffled blast occurs, sending chunks of bone and flesh around the ground as the punk begins crying and trying to open his mouth.
He gets stomped on the neck and his other hand crushed by the club, before having it blown off as well.
After seeing his hands becoming nothing more than stumps with pinkish color similar to a rare steak, Nhon ignites a few firecrackers at once and stuffs them inside the punk’s shoes. He’s too shocked to even comprehend what is about to happen.
Two more explosions occur, shredding his feet to the point of leaving only bone and small traces of pink flesh left. The muscle and fat have completely been blown off, shot out across the stone floor of the warehouse. The boring grey walls and floor got some much needed yellow and red decorations.
Nhon is counting on the fact that four explosions in the short amount of time will make the four remaining people investigate.
After stripping him, they tossed him into the middle of the warehouse and crank all the portable lanterns’ brightness to a maximum.
It’ll be the first thing they’ll see.
Cont.
