04.3 XinYi, you fool

"I'll ask again kid, you don't want another finger off your hand, do you?" Haa .. why did I sign up for this? My face hurts, my body hurts, my hands .. I can't even feel them. They really smashed my little finger to bits. I really wasn't expecting I'd be caught up like this .. but .. it's fine.

They strapped my hands on the table, with my palm open. A guard placed the hammer on my 3rd finger. God .. no .. please .. stop. It will hurt! You mother fucker!

"I'll give you 10 seconds. I'll strike down after that. I'll do this until you speak, or until this finger of yours is minced. 10 .. 9 .." The guard has a stern face. The Captain ordered him to deal with me by the code.

Haa .. "Hehehe." It hurts so much, I wish I could faint or better die. Why am I laughing ... "AAAGH!" You son of a bitch! I'll die, I'll really die. I want to vomit. I did vomit, although nothing much came out. Saving face was a far gone theory now. I peed myself.