*Near the barrier at the edge of the woods, a certain archangel of fire is sitting in a tree. Looking down below, he waits for a certain ad poster to arrive so that the show can begin.*
Make the choice. I can either torture you until you wish you were dead and then keep going, never letting you die orrrrrrrrrrr~ there's a special second option. I don't usually make deals, so it must be your lucky day.
No worries. A weakling like you saves for sure. *And angling the tip of the blade in, just under the right eyeball, before working the eye out of its socket with the knife*
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Wha. . . what?
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. . . what's . . . the deal. . .?
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You should really pay attention when someone speaks to you. Listen up!
*...before slicing an ear off*
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*tugs a smaller knife out of his boot and settles for cutting off the eyelids* And I'm claiming my prize either way.
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