Haidyn’s fingers dig into Hudson’s eye socket before his eyeball pops out. My knees go weak, and I swallow the vomit down, not wanting to embarrass myself. Haidyn holds up the bloody eye with one hand while the other grabs his bloody knife out of his pocket that he slit the other guy’s throat with and flips it open. He cuts off the nerves that still hold it in place. Then he hovers it over Hudson’s good one and squeezes his hand into a fist. It pops the eye in his hand and blood squirts all over them.
