From his right shoulder down, his arm was wrapped in several layers of gauze, secured with small metal clips and encased in a clear plastic sheath. His eyes continued on past the small stump at the end, as if his will alone would cause his obviously absent hand to appear.
Jesper screamed. He sat up and quickly took inventory. His other arm remained intact, as did both his legs. To his great relief, both feet were still attached. His head felt as if it had been placed in a vice, and the pain in his right arm was so severe that tears were beginning to sneak into the corners of his eyes.
“Please,” he gasped. “Why?”
“Mr. Riley…Jesper if I may,” the voice was deep and menacing. “Do not concern yourself about the minor procedure performed. A mere trifle, Jesper. A mere trifle.