"I'm sure your familiar with my rules about thieves, primarily the rule about thieves within my organization. So here's what's going to happen, first I'm gonna cut off your hands, then I'm gonna take pleasure in cutting out your tongue. Then from there I don't give a damn, I'll send in the others to finish up the job. Now let's get started" I proceed to do just as I plan while also burning what's left of his hands so the blood flow will slow down. Screams.... that's all you can hear before I cut his tongue out. Now he is holding his mouth closed to slow down the blood loss even if that is pointless. I leave the dank smelling basement and proceed up the creaky stairs to tell my men to go finish the job, but to save all his organs and sell them on the black market. "Make sure you bag up his head and send it to his girlfriend. But the remains, I don't want any trace of this ever happening. Do I make myself clear?" "Yes boss" they say in unison. " Good, send the car around and clean this shit up" My name is Cyrus and I know why the caged boy sings....
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