Camille was still screaming and the blood flowing from her left hand when I took the two steps to her right hand, still hanging, turning purple uder the tight rope around her wrist.

Again I grabbe her hand, placed it against the beam, forcing her to open her hand to expose her palm and forced the nail against her skin.

Her head was thrown back, her mouth open wide in a deep and low scream that was coming from the depths of her being.

I hit the nail and her bones spread apart letting the metal sink through in its way to the hard wood of the beam. Camille screamed again and the blood poured out from her wounded hand to the floor below.

In seconds the task was done, Camille was nailed to the wood.