During the time when I was pounding the face of the young boy, feeding my need to hurt someone even more, the girl seemed to have recovered enough to be tortured beyond farther limits. The way she looked up at me with those same bright blue eyes, I just couldn't help but want to hurt them. She appeared scared, horrified, in my presence. I could tell she was regretting all the choices they made about stopping me during my chaotic schemes. That if she had to option to escape and never bother me again, she would take it. Though I'm not like that, I like to play, I like to punish, I like to torture. She was going to get much worse than a few whips.

As the blade rested upon her neck, I started to slide it back and forth, not enough to cut or scratch, but enough to strike fear in her soul. Her eyes started to water, oh they were so beautiful, I wanted to hurt them, I needed them out of her head and preserved for my own personal collection, to look at them and remember such an adventurous and fulfilling day. I quickly moved the tip of my blade towards her eye, wanting to stab and pry out so bad. My hand started to shake with anticipation, but I pulled back, no, she needed to watch, I wanted her to watch. I can hold back till later, till I'm finished with them to leave them blind.

I sighed and stepped back a bit, aiming the torch at my knife and heating up the blade. She knew what was coming for her and she wanted none of it. I gave a grimacing smile before stepping close to her again and burning her soft cotton skin with the heat of the small blade. She let out a scream and shook her body against the shackles, trying to pull away. I took the blade from under one side of her ribs and dragged it across her abdomen, slicing her open, but moving slow enough to seal the wound with the hot knife. I raised my hand to her left forearm and deeply dug the sharp metal into her flesh, melting her blood and roasting her insides before pulling out.

Her cries of help and pain were music to my ears, but they were interrupted by a faint sound that seemed like a word. The boy had tried to speak but failed at it, he got my attention but looking at him only made me smile. Seeing a weak body hanging limp by chains covered in blood, it was art. I turned back to her and quickly sliced my hand through the air to cut open her arm, right on her bicep. I didn't want to make another mark on her face, there is such thing as too much. I set the blade down for now and took the torch in hand, aiming it at her thighs, a distance enough to burn but nothing vital. I pulling the trigger and the sharp flame poured out grilling her skin from a distance, I saw the color change of skin till I pulled away and it was singing red. 

Her crying tears begged me to continue so I had to come up with a plan. In the end I didn't want to kill them, only torture them beyond their limits. I had too many tools, all to deadly, maybe going out for a bit would bring some ideas and allow their bodies to take more punishment.