Chapter 75 A Treat

• "You think I'm done?" Thomas sneered. He really thinks he can get out of this alive? Yeah, right. "I'm not done just yet. I still have to serve you some food, don't I?"
• "F-Food?" James' head was spinning, and he wondered what Thomas meant. We ate a lot. I don't think I can stomach anything more.
• Thomas picked up the forks on the table and bent all seven of them, then he laid it out before James. "Here, bon appetit. It's on me."