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The guy was out cold and cable tied to my sheet of wood. I had modified it with some holes so I would be able to wrap ties all the way around both wrists and ankles. I'm not sure but I think four-inch nails with washers on should hold his hands nice and still with six-inch nails for his ankles. The first nail held firmly in my left hand pressed against the palm of his hand. I struck it square and hard. The nail slid straight through his hand and stuck in the wood. He woke with a scream and I jumped back welding the hammer. If I didn't know better I would have said it was a woman screaming.

"Fuck me you made me jump there. I will remember this for next time."

"What the fuck are you doing?"

The guy asked a little calmer but with spit dripping from his chin. To be honest he disgusted me. How hard is it to keep saliva in your mouth?

"That's an easy question to answer. I'm killing you."

"What."

"I me Harry. Do you understand so far? Give a sign you do.

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