<span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">It was quick nearly unseen but done in such a way to not damage the eye in any way. The still heated blade cut a thin line from the boy's forehead to the middle of his cheek over his right eye. It didn't even bleed that much as the hot blade cauterized it as it moved. The act of inflicting pain on this boy made him feel some what better about being stabbed, "Don't bother healing it," He muttered before he moved forward the adrenaline still in his system left him harder than a steel, "Move down the hall to the second door."<br/>
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That door lead to a large room with a large wooden cage. A futon was set up inside the cage and one outside of it clearly Mashi didn't trust the man to be in a room alone, "Strip."<br/>
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Mashi moved to remove his own wet clothes as well tossing them to the floor before walking bare to a set of drawers and pulling out two yukata and tossed them near the futon that was outside of the cage. Mashi was more than just a little fit he was ripped. His body was marred with scars from years of doing his job. The newly healed stab wound on his stomach was pink and shiny with new flesh. It too would remain as a scare.<br/>
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He stroked his erection without thought as he stared at Taiga, "Come take care of this."</span>