I let out a pathetic sob. “Please don’t make me.” You must. “B-but how?” I gestured through the open bathroom door at the blood-soaked bedroom, the split cage discarded on the stained sheets. “It’s in two halves. If I weld it back together…” What if I couldn’t get it off again? It needs to be done so I can easily remove it again when the time comes, but without Mary realising.
