Andrew hissed, "This third slap? No reason at all. I just don't like the look of your face and feel like beating you to death. And this fourth one's for your parents—since they clearly failed to raise you, I'll handle it for them."

After the string of brutal slaps, Seth's head was spinning. His ears rang like sirens, and his vision started going black around the edges.

"Andrew… I swear…" he gasped, his voice shaky. "I'll kill you. I'll kill you, you arrogant bastard!"

However, just as he spat out his threat, a blood-curdling scream ripped from his throat—Andrew had suddenly snapped five of his fingers.

"Keep going," Andrew said coldly, his voice like a death sentence.

Seth's mouth bled as he glared up with bloodshot eyes. "You're dead. You're so fucking dead…

"How dare you treat me like this? My family—everyone in the Haywoods—they'll never let this slide!"

His scream pitched into hysteria as Andrew crushed the remaining five fingers on his other hand, rendering both of Se