Lifting the final masked kidnapper by the throat, I had to desperately hold back the urge to snap their neck and snuff out their worthless life here and now, and I also had to hold back the very overwhelming urge to just begin flaying them right in the middle of the shop...
I was certain that if I did either of those things nobody in this room - anyone that mattered, anyways - would have given a damn about me going through with that, but I felt that having multiple sources of information was better than just one.
Besides... now that they were here, in my grasp, I was going to belay the flaying by a few hours, because the second we were back home and my pups were thoroughly comforted, there was nothing that was going to hold me back.
Nothing at all...
