He turned the hand crank. As he did, the “pear” split into three segments, opening wider and wider from the base like a blooming flower, with a spike on the end of each petal.
“I’m going to put this inside you, and crank it open until you beg me to stop.”
Sierra drew in another ragged breath and tried to speak. Her words came out in just a broken whisper, barely audible.
“What did you say?” Dorrian asked.
Sierra coughed and tried again.
“I said, you were wrong. These kids are not loyal to you. They don’t want to stay just because you gave them toys and took away their curfew. Deep down, they want their pack, and they hate you. All it took to convince Gina to fly away was five minutes of talking about her parents’ houseboat. They hate you. Just like all the packs under your control hat
