"Ah, yes… the fingers," the leader said, as if recalling the next item on a leisurely to-do list.
He picked up the knife he had requested earlier and casually tossed it onto the desk in front of Kai, letting it clatter menacingly. Then, as if that wasn't enough horror for one room, he ordered a chainsaw.
The sound of the chainsaw revving to life sliced through the silence like a scream of its own. Kai's cries came instantly—raw, panicked, desperate—but they were drowned out by the roar of the blade as the leader set to work. One by one, his fingers were severed, the sound of splintering bone and tearing flesh echoing off the walls. Blood sprayed across the desk, pooling around Kai's limp hands, now nothing more than stumps, shaking and twitching.
