One by one, joints indicated by black magic marker will be
taken, the knife slipping into each one, removing the tendon, then, twisting,
flesh sloughing off, fibrous and terrible, like a system of fluid filled wires,
until bone is separated from bone and your fingers, after seven agonizing
hours, are no longer attached to your hand.
We'd like to say that this is a horror or a tragedy or
undeserved, but it's none of those things.
You're a mobster named Fingerless Frank, and you're losing your fingers
because you wouldn't tell some other mobsters where a bunch of money you stole
from a children's charity is stashed.
While what's going to happen to you today is truly terrible, and will
haunt you until the end of your life (which, luck you, will be in just a few
days, after you break and finally tell those mobsters where that 14 grand that
should've gone to little Billy's dialysis got off to) you wholly deserve
it. We'd usually say no one deserves it,
but you really, really do.
Shame on you, Fingerless Frank. Also, it's ironic that you chose that
nickname before having your fingers removed one by one. Just goes to show you that life has a way of
making fools of us all. Also, the actual
story behind that nickname is somehow even worse than what's being done to you,
so we really don't feel bad for you.
Congratulations Fingerless Frank!
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