"Jesus, take it easy," muttered Mattie, despite the fact that she was in the process of peeling off parts of his flesh. His weak state didn't make her any less afraid of the fire that he was capable of producing, and the feeling of heat made her work faster. Keep it shallow. Minimize the nerve damage. Get it over with. 

Slice slice slice. 

She pulled three bloody, ragged bits of tissue off of Nick's back and tossed them upward into the trash. One of them missed, and she cringed at the idea of cleaning it up. 

She slid off of him, breathing heavily. She was going to feel guilty as fuck about this. She knew that much.