[Mirror] I love to hear them scream.

[icanfixitall]

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She laughed, such a lovely question really, was there a method she preferred? It was like asking her to pick her favorite child really, though, knives did hold a certain quality for her, they were crude perhaps, but they satisfied her in a way she almost wasn't willing to admit.

"Depends, what are you willing to let me do?"

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[no_dryer_box]

"You can do whatever you'd like."

He walked over to the corner of the room and opened a small, but meticulously organized closet. Inside was a selection of anything she could possibly need. Pike had his preferred methods of torture, but sometimes he liked to break up his routine. The antique fireplace tool set sat nearby the fireplace.

[icanfixitall]

"Whatever? So if I took one of these knives," she walked over to his closet and grabbed a knife, touching the tip lightly, "and cut the tendon that connects the Latisimus dorsi, you know, that lovely muscle that tucks into the underarm and stretches around from the back, to the humerus and watched as it rolled up beneath the skin, you'd let me do it?"

[no_dryer_box]

"Whatever strikes your fancy. I imagine the cadet feels he's lucky to make it this far without having something severed."

And he was. Pike'd been tempted, but decided not to. Lunch was more important.

[icanfixitall]

She chuckled. "That one is a particular favorite of mine, really, but I suppose you want him alive at the end of all this, don't you? Though, severing his hand might be best at the end, untying one and then just cutting off the second."