Avery winces and turns around at the sight of blood, but the boys all watch with varying levels of interest as Illi shows them exactly how he got his name. The chump screams through the first arm but is out for his leg. There’s blood fucking everywhere, and it feels like it’s coating the inside of my nose by the time he stands again. “Fuck that egotistical, sadistic, spoiled fucking sociopath,” Illi snaps, and I nod my head. “Well, if that isn’t a statement, I don’t know what is.”
