Joker
My knife peeled strips off of Antonio, his weird-sounding scream now that his tongue is removed still music to my ears. It never gets old.
We re-hung him but this time he was at my level instead of hanging in the air. I was just finishing up the back of his leg when Narissa yawned.
“He’s pretty much peeled, you should go take a nap. He’s not going to break out and run. He’s in too much pain,” I said.
“How much more do you have to do?” she asked.
“I still have to remove his fingers and eyes, and then I’ll be taking him to the back lot and tying him to a tree. I have something special for him.”
“Okay, thanks, I am beat.”
“You’re carrying my little cousin or cousins, so you need rest.”
“I’d slap you for the plural part, but I’m too tired. I’ll leave the multiple babies to y
