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Vanthene: *sits on the floor beside a bound and gagged Hani*
Hanild: *drifts in and out of consciousness*
Vanthene: Wakey, wakey Princess. *gently traces the still new, but shallow cuts running the length of Hanild's arms* Time to play some more.
Hanild: *blinks slowly a few times*
Vanthene: That's my girl. *helps her into a sitting position, removes the gag and holds a cup to her lips* I brought you some water.
Hanild: *drinks, staring blankly straight ahead*
Vanthene: *sets the cup down, once it's empty* Good. Now... *takes her knife and runs the flat edge along Hani's arm* Do I re-open these, or start on your legs?
Hanild: *whispers, still staring in front of her* I don't care.
Vanthene: *pats her on the head* Legs, then. That way they can heal when I do get around to your arms again. *digs the point of the knife into Hani's thigh, piercing fabric and skin, and then drags it slowly to her knee, smiling as the blood soaks into the girl's dress*
Hanild: *squeezes her eyes shut and holds her breath, refusing to make a sound*
Vanthene: *makes another cut parallel to the first, then frowns and pokes Hani's shoulder* Why aren't you crying yet?
Hanild: *keeps her eyes shut and just shakes her head*
Vanthene: *pokes her again* You did this yesterday, too. You're supposed to cry. If I recall, last time there was much sobbing and begging for your life. *eyes narrow* You're not broken, are you? I don't like playing with broken toys.
Hanild: *softly* Just do what you're going to do.
Vanthene: Fine. *continues making cuts up and down Hani's legs, cutting through her dress and talking as she works* I've been watching you and your little friends for days now. I hope this...*waves a hand*...attitude isn't about the ferret. I don't really want your moping to ruin this for me. It was annoying enough to kill Frealaf while he was moping over Firiel.
Hanild: *bites her bottom lip so hard it bleeds*
Vanthene: *reaches over and smears the blood over Hanild's lips, then licks it off her own thumb* I want tears. Or screaming. *nods* Yes, screaming would be good. I want you to scream for me like I bet you screamed for him. *tilts her head to the side* Or do I have to do the same thing to you he did to get that?
Hanild: *opens her eyes at that and finally looks right at Vanthene* I don't care.
Vanthene: *slow smile* I'll have to make you care, then, won't I? *goes back to work*