Buried in Blood and Silence

"But anyway…we really fucked up, dealing with this nobody."

"Yeah." Ferucci muttered, running a hand through his hair. "We can't kill him, but he's seen our faces and knows our names."

"Then let's cut out his tongue." She twirled the knife between her fingers.

Hector turned to her. "If we cut out his tongue, he can still use his fingers…"

Bella paused, then shrugged. "Then cut off his hands too."

Ferucci smirked, nodding along. "Not a bad idea. Maybe break all his fingers first, you know, just for fun."

"Then we need to blind him too." Hector added.

Bella snapped her fingers. "Ooh, good point. And we should break his legs before cutting it off."

Hector and Ferucci turned to her at the same time.

"His legs?" Hector asked, raising an eyebrow.

Bella rolled her eyes. "He can type with his toes."

There was a brief silence as the words settled.