The agonizing muffled screams of pain and for help sent chills down Shane’s spine, but she didn’t budge. She had been in the same seat for the last twenty minutes, watching as this woman’s life was being changed forever.

Jaycee repeated the same drilling process on each side of her knee; the front, left side, right, and back of her leg. Blood was seeping from around the screws, sliding down her leg and into her shoe. The pain begins to overwhelm Sam and she begins to vomit inside of her mouth. Puke seeps through her noise and her eyes turn red. Jaycee pulls the tape from around her mouth and vomit shoots out into the area where she was sitting.

Jaycee re-tapes Sam’s mouth and says, “Now that was just rude.”

The tattooed woman returns the drill to her back pack and grabs the hammer from the floor.

            Squatting down and lining up the hammer with the inside of Sam’s ankle, Jaycee states, “Now this, this is going to hurt…A LOT. So ill do it on three okay?

Sam didn’t respond this time. Instead, she looked away, waiting for the pain.

            “Alright, here we go…Three!”

The sound of shattered bone echoes through the room. Sam screams for a short while, but suddenly it stops. The pain coursing through her legs was too much to bare and she passed out.

            “Well, I guess we’re done here,” Jaycee says smiling and looking at Shane. “Need a drink?”

            Shane doesn’t say anything; she just nods. She sat silent through whole torture and was in definite need of a strong drink.

Jaycee packs her things, making sure to not leave anything behind that would lead them to be suspects. After escaping to their cars unseen, they stop by a nearby payphone, where Jaycee called the police to pick up Sam. Afterwards they head to a liquor store, grabbing as much alcohol as they could carry and headed back to Shane’s house.

Sitting in silence in Shane’s backyard they drank next to a fire that was that was kindled from the clothes they wore on the job and a bucket full of bleach and bloody tools.