****WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS THEMES OF TORTURE WHICH MAY BE DISTURBING OR UPSETTING TO SOME AUDIENCES! READER DISCRETION ADVISED!****
"You know, I hate participating in such unpleasant activities on the holiday," Emerick sighed as he sat on a stool contemplating the beaten and bloodied thugs Jacoby had managed to bring it. One had a cut lip and a pretty swollen black eye, while the other had an arm that didn't seem to be hanging quite right and was missing a few teeth. Both were covered in cuts and bruises and quite frankly both were lucky to be alive. The talons on Jacoby's feet were no laughing matter.
