Thread:Mephistophele/@comment-26872802-20150322005535/@comment-25876934-20150330235132

((Geez.))

The knife glides through the prisoner's flesh as if it was butter. "Perfect." Thorn pulls the knife out and wipes the blood off with a spare rag. She speaks to the prisoner with the cool tones of someone who knows that she's in charge. "You can go back to your cell now. I hope you enjoy the rest of your miserable, short life."