He activated Demonhand.
Black scales erupted across his right arm, spreading from fingertips to shoulder in a wave of transformation. His hand grew larger, fingers extending into claws that gleamed in the torchlight. The scales overlapped like armor, and beneath them, his muscles swelled with enhanced strength.
George's eyes widened. "What—what are you..."
Jack's clawed hand shot forward, gripping George's jaw with inhuman strength. The prisoner screamed, trying to pull away, but his grip was absolute.
"Open your mouth," Jack ordered.
George tried to keep his jaw clenched, but Jack's demonic strength overpowered him easily. His mouth opened, and Jack's other hand, still human, reached inside.
He grabbed George's tongue.
And ripped it out.
A gurgling, blood-soaked scream erupted from him. Blood filled George's mouth, pouring down his chin and soaking his filthy clothes.
He thrashed against the chains, his body convulsing with agony that overrode every other instinct.
