Derek gulped in fear as he awaited the pain.

Martha struggled to free herself from her captor but the grip Philip had on her was just too strong.

"Where is the chip?" Carmichael hollered in anger , he was beginning to get tired of asking this same question over and over again.

Derek exhaled shakily and slowly opened his eyes. " I have told you times and times again, I. Don't. Know." He articulated.

"Fine." Carmichael sneered. "Have it your way." He stated and position the blunt cutter on his index finger and bagan to drag it to and fro.

Derek shouted in pain as his blood splatter everywhere, the pain he was feeling was far greater than the pain he felt when his pinky was cut off, it was like the pain refused to go, sweat was coming out of his body in wave.

"Stop." Martha cried and looked away from the vicious scene.

Carmichael wiped the blood off his face with his white hanky he got from his break pocket and kept the bloody blunt cutter on the table. "This is why I hate this blunt too