170. Roots ✔

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He screamed his lungs out as she cut his fingers one by one. "I wonder why people just clip the nails when the filthy ones can grow back again!" She paused and looked into his eyes with a smirk. "Chop the roots off and they are gone for good." She grabbed the bowl full of fingers and strolled out of the room, leaving him to repent in pain. He silenced slowly, observing his bloody hands with no fingers when he heard her hoot from the living room. "Get ready! You will have a haircut next!"

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