Katelina hung from the hook in the ceiling by her wrists, her shoulders nearly out of socket, a jagged cut down her side. She could feel the warm blood running out of it, soaking into her ruined shirt, leaking away.

I'm going to die.

"She's not screaming loud enough," Adam commented with a frown. "Do I have to do everything? Get out of the way." With a sweep of his arm he cast his partner aside, and drew out his knife. His face was expressionless as he raised it and ...