He was a big fucker and the crazed look in his eyes got a whole lot crazier as he got over the cuts which now lined his flesh from the broken glass and realised he was free. "They took it from me," he said in a deep, slow voice, not moving an inch while his knuckles still remained pressed to the padded wall. His face was pale and his eyes seemed empty of light, like his soul had been carved clean from his body. "Oh nooo," Sin cooed. "You should kill 'em for that, Nige. Kill 'em up good." "Yeah," Nigel said in a husky whisper. "I should kill 'em up real good."
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