The Grim Room

CHAPTER 14

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Several members clapped lightly and also grinned. One guy said “Yeah,” and nodded his bald head, evidently enjoying the show.

Kid, now lowered down to Chris’s level, dragged out an old razor, filthy, with residue hairs attached to it, and carefully razored the skin. He must have keister stashed the razor, which would have been incredibly painful. Kid plucked a jar of black liquid and set it next to him. India ink, he said. Next he whipped out a big, harsh-looking shank; a “needle.” Chris wondered where in the hell he’d gotten that from. Obviously, Kid had connections.

Kid looked at Chris, the dark, dented blue of Kid’s eyes washing away all sense of safety. This guy was a psychopath. Chris knew it for the second time the moment he saw those dark death balls for eyes.

Kid pumped out the work, hard,…