Cairax Constrained

The dead thing that had been Cairax was chained to the front railing of the Pavilions grocery store. It was a two-inch pipe, sunk deep in the concrete, and the bright, chipped paint clashed with the demon’s bruise-colored hide. Its arms were stretched wide, and St. George guessed there were over fifty feet of thick steel links keeping those limbs tight against the rail, with maybe another fifty crossing back and forth over its chest and neck. The spiked tip of the long tail was bound to another pipe. Its head leaned forward, and the oversized fangs gnashed together like a slow-moving kitchen appliance. A pair of Seventeens stood a lazy watch at a small table.
“Probably.” St. George had teamed up with Cairax a few times in the old days. He knew the monster was at least as strong as he was before becoming one of the tireless undead. “If he still had a brain, and some leverage, he could get out, but I’d say he’s pretty safe like that. His tongue’s been cut out, too.”
“Or bitten off.”

Excerpt From Ex-Heroes, pg 331-332
Peter Clines
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