*shoots him a glare* Don’t you dare. I can’t heal both arms.
Now you’re just tempting me more… so consider yourself lucky that I have a different Fae to hunt down right now.
*struggles against her rope* No, please. Raziel - I gave you a name. I deserve to be freed.
You deserve to be symmetrical, but you don’t see me complaining. Unless you want me to fix that? *stares down at her untouched arm*
*cries and sighs with relief, wounds begin to calm down* Can I leave now. You won’t have reason to slice anything.
*laughs hysterically* Can you leave… Ah, that’s a good one. Sorry, love, but I’m not letting you go. You’ll have to just sit tight.
I saw Azazel writing his details in his little notebook.He’s the traitor - he is the one you want!
*glares at her suspiciously* Know that if you’re lying to me, I’ll do more than slice up your arm, you pretty little thing. Do you understand? *snaps his fingers, putting out the fire beneath her chair*
Leave me alone! I haven’t done anything, anymore scars and my brother will kill you!
Hmm? What was that? You’ve finally decided to tell me where he is? Oh please, do tell.
*screams and struggles, kicking her legs to get away; You sick bastard!
*ignores her* Of course the gills are actually made up of *slice* quite a few of these *slice* passageways. In fact- and I don’t know that much about fish, mind you- I would assume that the more there *slice* are, the easier it would be for the fish to breathe. But enough of that. You’re beginning to get a little asymmetrical. Maybe I should start on the other side? *wipes the blood off using her cheek*
*let’s out a blood curdling scream and laughs* You’ve got to do better than that demon. *stifles another scream*
Tsk, tsk. You have to learn to be more patient. I wanted to show you something interesting. *reaches down to make a deep cut across her right arm* Have you ever seen a fish’s gills up close? They look a bit like this, except they protrude a little to let the air in. *pulls the flap of flesh back a little as blood gushes out* See? Just like that.
*spits at his face* You disgusting excuse of a man, vessel - whatever you are.
*wipes his face, smirking* You spit well. I’m afraid it will be all you’re able to do for the next little while. *looks pointedly down at the fire beneath her chair*
