This is indeed possible.
"Not going to talk, huh?" Melody Thorne's patience was wearing thin. "You better think carefully. This is your last chance. If I find out, you'll be condemned by everyone. Do you believe it or not?"
Justin Lawson kept his head down, still not speaking.
Melody Thorne waved her hand. A silhouette emerged from the black fabric behind her, followed by two men holding down the older woman. With a knife, a heartbreaking scream echoed throughout the room.
"Here you go," Harold Chapman's man threw a finger in front of Justin Lawson. "This is your grandma's. A person has ten fingers. We can still do this nine more times. Want to go one by one?"
"I'll fight you to the end!" Justin Lawson screamed out.
"Oh, so one more then?" Someone once again moved behind the curtain.
