Part Two - 'Out'
By Sugarvenom
“Right then,” says Frankie, “after you.”
“CAN’T.” Grumpjaw shakes his head, jingling the chains that hold his collar to the walls.
“Oh, that.” Frankie grips one of the chains, inspecting it. “Looks like carbon grade 30 – they never waste an opportunity to be cheap at this facility, do they? – and I’d guesstimate your weight at about 5000 pounds, so if you exert force at a rate of…” He draws the equation in the air with one finger, his lips moving...
Posted: Feb 27, 2017