<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">Castelis hung there, panting helplessly through clenched teeth, sweat mixing with the blood that had trickled onto her forehead, creating streaks through the smeared red that stained her skin.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d"> “Oh what now. More knives? A whip? I can clearly see you hiding something. If you think that I of all people didn’t see that, you’re a fool.” </span>