Sol turned back to the third one, who was still standing completely frozen, staring blindly ahead. Sol grabbed its hand, locking its long, rigid fingers down against a petrified log. He used his thick thumbs to catch the edge of the creature's hollow black nails.
And then he started to peel them off. One by one.
RIP. TEAR.
Because the silver liquid kept the creature's brain at a standstill, it couldn't even scream or pull its hand away, but the silver essence magnified the pain receptors inside its mind to the absolute maximum.
The freak's orange eyes dilated wildly, pulsing with a blinding, frantic light as Sol ripped the black, venomous nails straight out of the yellowish-green flesh of its fingertips. Thick, dark-green gore spurted from the raw beds of its fingers.
Sol didn't stop until he had torn all four nails from its right hand."You wanted to roast them alive," Sol said flatly. "Make the fat melt while they scream for their mothers."
