“Open your mouth,” he said.
The man in the chair wriggled and moaned pleadingly, lips tight shut. He began to whimper.
“You’re going to swallow this Mr Thomspon. If you don’t, I’m going to take off your shoes and introduce my hammer and my chisel to each of your toes until you do. Very few people…” he chuckled, “…make it past three.”
The man in the chair held his gaze defiantly as he whimpered, and his whole body began to tremble.
“Oh Mr Thompson I must thank you for how surprisingly entertaining you are proving to be this evening! You’re very accomodating. Alright then.”
The man set down the cannister he was holding and moved over to the desk where, rustling through the contents of an old sports bag, he produced one hammer and one chisel.
By the time he’d returned, the man in the chair was straining hard against his bindings and his breathing was steady and fierce as his brain pumped him so full of adrenaline he wasn’t even afraid any more.
But that would pass, the other man knew. He marvelled a moment; amazing what the body will do in order to self preserve.
He smiled to himself.
Then he knelt down and began untying the shoelace of the left shoe belonging to the man in the chair, who struggled furiously, and might even have made something of it, if it weren’t for the fact that the person who’d put him in the chair was quite adept at their job.
Once the shoe was loosened, it was removed with ease, and the sock followed.
Then the man took the chisel in his left hand and the hammer in his right, and stared down at the foot, evaluating. Then he nodded to himself.
“Mr Thompson you’re not a bad man and, despite what I’m sure you must think of me,” he tapped the man’s knee with the chisel, knowingly, “That still means something to a man such as I. Accordingly, I have decided to start with your little toe and work in, rather than the other way around.”
The seated man bore his teeth but kept his jaw clamped.
“Now, how well you would like to be able to walk in six months time is entirely down to your decisions within the next few minutes. I can appreciate your professional integrity up until this point Mr Thompson, really I can, but you’ve got to ask yourself if your employer is really worth all this…” he twirled the hammer a moment. “Hoo-har.”
And with that, he placed the chisel at the base of the man’s little toe and severed it with a crack from the hammer.
The man in the chair opened his mouth and issued a blood curdling scream of agony.
“Oh well now we’re getting somewhere. Start talking. Or I’ll start taking more of your toes.”
The man in the chair was crying openly as he stared with raw eyes.
“Alternatively, I hear they can do wonders with prosthetics these days.”
In response to Daily Prompt: Swallow.