There really wasn't much that Heloise knew to do, when torturing someone. But she figured she could make it up as she went along. She gave a nod to Jericho, laying a hand on one of her daggers. She went the hall, and to the storage area. She leaned against the wall, dagger in hand. 

"You know, there's a lot of ways to hurt someone without killing them. I could make you wish you were dead. Trabia is the only home I ever knew." She twirled her dagger in her hand, the sharp blade well balanced in her hand. 

She didn't say anymore. She stepped closer, and crouched in front of Mako. "I can bring you to the brink of death, bring you back, and do it again" She wouldn't slice off any apendages. There were a lot more ways she could hurt him. While it appeared Jericho had had a go of it, she could make it worse. 

But when she went to, she couldn't. What would be the point? Rising, she turned her back, dagger still in hand. When she turned back, it flew through the air, and embedded itself in the wall, after slicing through Mako's ear. 

"I wonder how close I can get to your eye, before you cave?" She knew that was a death shot, but he didn't need to know she wasn't going to kill him. "Or your heart...or perhaps something I seriously doubt you have" She raised an eyebrow, retreaving the dagger, she threw it so it slice along his forehead, following it up with her other dagger, slicing across his chest. 

All shallow cuts, for now. Mostly, she was trying to break him psychologically. 

When her time was up, she collected her daggers, and left the room.