"..Damn thing, won't stay on.."

Tate grumbled, annoyed.

He was bandaging your pinky on your right hand.

Well, whatever was left after he bit it off and only left some skin around the delta phalanx and everything else.

You were in his meat freezer located in the back of the convenience store he worked at.

Vic was still in the corner, his hands bound behind his back he was still unconscious and shirtless.

Just like how Tate left him.

You didn't exactly know how long the man was out for. When you first gained your consciousness after being knocked out by Tate, you noticed the man at the cash register, Vic, but only had a very small conversation with him.

The last thing you could remember before being knocked out was Tate's face. The same absolutely jackass bandaging your pinky after literally tearing it off and stopping at the delta phalanx.

This wasn't some kind of movie either. This was real life. This was truly happening.