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Evelyn hummed along as she continued to slice up the witch's arm, completely disregarding the occasional noises he made. The sounds no longer bothered her as they had when she was younger, over the years they became all too familiar. As a child she would stand shaking in the corner while her father carved up witches, and now she was doing it herself, in fact it was one of her favorite methods. Painful, but with the added bonus of costing lasting damage if she hit tissue or bone.
"Awe, does it hurt?" She paused for a moment, moving her dagger from his arm. Pressing the flat edge against his cheek. "Come on, it only takes a moment to say it. Then this'll all be over, for now at least." Grinning, Evelyn dragged the dagger down to his shoulder. "Or maybe you don't know how. I wouldn't be surprised, you are a monster. Would it help if I sounded it out?" Aiming her weapon just underneath his collarbone, she plunged it into him as she spoke. "Sore-" Pulling the knife out, only to push it right back in. "-Ee. It's not that hard, even a lowlife like you should be able to say it."
Evelyn knew exactly how painful this type of torture could be, she had been on the receiving end of it more than a few times, albeit not to this degree. Her father's impatience wasn't limited exclusively to witches, and he seemed to have trouble matching the proper degree of punishment to an offense, so he typically went with ones that were significantly painful. Showing no restraint or remorse towards anyone, even his own family. A cruel parent, but the only one she had ever known. Picking up the salt pouch, she dangled it directly in front of the witch's face. "One last chance." She grinned, before grabbing a handful of the salt, pressing it into the large wound.