[quote=@Fionraella] Ptelea cries out at the stinging and burning that radiates from her wrist from the slam. She sobs and tries to pull away, whimpering painfully as her wrist throbs. "Rosey!" She hiccups. Ambrose digs his nails into his palms as he turns away from the monitor. His heart races angrily. "My sister is nine." He mutters, then shakes slowly. "I...I couldn't betray them like this.." He looks confused. "I can't decide..." He whispers to himself. He looks at the guard. "Please, what do I do??" [/quote] The Boss waves Geoffrey away. "That's a good boy. What a nice warm up, hmm?" He gives the man a hearty pat on the shoulder. "I think I'll take over from here. Can't have you do all my dirty work now! Why don't you go grab yourself a coffee or something? I'll give you a buzz should I need you." With his dismissal, Geoffrey gives a short nod and then lumbers out the door. The Boss's hands fling to Ptelea's ankles and he squeezes them. "Such strong bones you have, little one!" He removes his grip and turned to his pile of gadgets. "But you know, the body functions so poorly with a lack of circulation." He picked up a spool of thin wire. "How about we have those precious feet of yours cut off from the blood line whilst we deal with the rest of today? I can't wait to see the outcome. Does a parrot need its feet to fly?" The guard goes to pat Ambrose's shoulder but stops himself before making contact, as if remembering some terms given to him. He points to the monitor, particularly referencing the beaten wrist of Ptelea. "It ain't my choice kid, but if I were you I'd give everything to make sure that little girl was safe, even if it meant throwing my friends under the bus.