“Where did this come from?” He shrugs and responds, “I didn’t know what you needed this shit for, so I packed that and a few other things just in case.” I flash him a smile and hold my hands over my heart, “My hero. What would I do without you?” Returning to a still shrieking Braxton, I reach down in front of him and snatch one of his severed hands from the floor, and shove it past his teeth into his mouth. Taking the tape I cover his mouth, keeping him silent besides the choking sounds of his panic. “That's better. Now, where were we?”
