[That was not the kind of image he wanted in his mind, like, ever, but Eiji put so much loving detail into it Mallory was positive he'd been fantasizing about that very scenario for quite some time. Just the thought of losing his other hand made his stomach burn with anxious nausea, but he grit his teeth and reminded himself just which hand it was that shattered Eiji's skull in the first place. He hoped the punk remembered, too.]

Finally, something we can see eye-to-eye on. But watch it with the graphic descriptions. Unless you've already forgotten last time.