'You called it upon yourself..." I said as I grabbed his hand as I glared at him I pressed the pruner on his thumb. The room filled up with his wailings and yellings as I pressed it tighter enough to the point where the blades went past his skin but the pressure was not enough to cut his finger but was enough for him to yelp in pain.

'Stop! Stop! I'll tell you every-thing. Please stop!" he cried out and as he said that I stopped putting pressure on the pruner and watched as blood oozed out of his thumb.

'Hu.." Max huffed at him and left him and stood...