Rip chewed on the toothpick between his lips,twisting the metal rod that was shoved into the oven. “This gon’ hurt like hell” He huffed out,lacking any form of sympathy in his voice. He heard the chair creak and his head snapped around immediately.

“Don’t you move a fuckin’ inch or I’ll get Lloyd in here to hold your ass down. You might want to,but you ain’t mission’ out on this,sweet cheeks” Rip said with a sharp tone,grabbing the rod with the ‘Y’ marking,twisting it in the air,the metal hot.