"You tried to kill me. And I almost died."
I say quietly as I touch the heavy thumbscrew that I have laid on the floor on his feet. I untie his shoes and place his right foot on the stone, locking it in place. He is breathing hard and fats, trying not to make any sound, because the pearl is so wide now I can see the needle is about to piece the back of his tongue.
"I was almost raped, and I ended up messing up my whole psychology that I have been working to fix, since my ex-husband," I am rambling but I need to say all of this.
"You have no idea how much pain you have cause me Norman. You never will, but I am here to make sure you feel even a fraction of it," I screw in the thumb, and I watch as the crusher lower and lower closer to the big toe, and I pause juts as its one inch away to press on it. "And I will make sure that the fraction is much, much bigger."
And I turn the last screw.
