It’s neat how calmly Amy is talking at this point.
“Oh. Oh!” Bonesaw smiled. “That’s okay. We can work through that.”
Judging by the number of people nominated with moral compasses that don’t at all fit into the Slaughterhouse Nine, I believe her.
“I- I don’t think we really can.”
“No, really,” Bonesaw said. Then she snapped her fingers.
Uh. Should I be worried about what that snap means?
Hack Job flickered into existence just in front of Amy, and there was little she could do to escape. She cried out as the man’s massive hand smashed her down onto her back, a few feet from Mark.
Ouch. Yeeah, looks like Bonesaw just decided that “Oh, she’s not coming with me of her own free will due to her morals. Guess I’ll just have to do this the hard way.”
Mark struggled to stand, but Murder Rat darted across the room to light atop the back of the couch and press one of her three-foot long claws against his throat.
Sorry, Mark. There’s not much you can do about this.
Also, jeez, those claws are longer than I thought.
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