“Do you know what these are?” She asks and I look at her like she has gone mad.
“Watch and learn.” She says as Roman and my dad move to uncuff the man from the floor and shove him roughly into the chair. His wrists, legs, and abdomen are bound, and he is hooked up to a lie detector. Casey moves closer before she grabs his finger and hums her tune. She looks him in the eyes.
“You will tell me who sent you.” She says as he screams as she pushes the skewer under his nail and even I wince. Maximum damage with minimal force. I was taught this in Russia. Striker has taught her well.
The man is screaming and thrashing, but Casey doesn’t stop. She gives him some reprieve before she does it again and again.
“Maxim, Maxim sent me.” He says, and Casey looks at me over her shoulder.
“You know of
