Ralasizon did not even stop for a moment, walking towards the restrained and pedestaled princess.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000"> "I believe you were told, once upon a time, how my involvement would end. By the person who was the reason for my involvement in the first place, no less,"</span>Ralasizon said, stopping in front of Araminia and adjusting his gaze up slightly to stare into her eyes.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000"> "Just before your father and his men found you, sneaking around the dungeon and up to her cell." </span>Ralasizon then began to move once again, putting the flat of the blade against her arm and letting the cold metal slide on her flesh as he moved out of her sight and behind her. The rest why she was raised off the ground like some statue was now very obvious.<br/><br/>Turning to face her back, Ralasizon's eyes fell squarely on the top of her back, just before the nape of her neck.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"As for what I was required,"</span>Ralasizon said, bringing the tip of the knife to balance on the nape of her neck.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000"> "I was to keep you fed, healthy, and clothed. I never promised anything." </span>The knife turned, poised to run down the entirety of her back.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"So the only thing I am required to do is to fix or replace what I break."</span>And with that, the feel of the knife left her flesh, and the tearing of cloth could be heard. Ralasizon slid the knife down the back of Araminia's clothes, making sure that the magically sharpened blade slid through the entirety of her dress, and whatever else she wore underneath. From the collar of her dress, down her back, and past even the small of her back. His blade went even further, but stopped shortly after. Pressing the knife forward gently to allow the metal to kiss the tender flesh in between her ass' cheeks.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"Unlike your kin, you were only given to satisfy me as well as the Pact of Agony,"</span>Ralasizon said.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"Now, regardless of if you scream or keep it held within, the Mist thanks you for your fear and agony."</span>Ralasizon was finished speaking to the girl now. She would instead begin a conversation with his knife. The blade moved her dress to the side, exposing her spine beautifully. It then moved to the top of her back, only a couple of inches away from the nape of her neck and above the shoulder blades. And it sunk into her flesh. It did not go too deep, but it did go deep enough that, no matter the healing, a scar would remain. There was no other sound in the study aside the sound of the knife and any sound Araminia made. The knife glided through her flesh in a semi circle, moving as if it was through butter. The knife pulled free of her flesh, and returned to the beginning and plunged in again, carving a semi-circle in the opposite direction, meeting the other one at the end.<br/><br/>The Mist was present on Araminia during the process, but it was not until that second semi-circle that she would be able to feel the Mist doing something else. She was not bleeding, at least not as profusely as she should have been. And there was something in her wounds. The Mist was there, slowly healing her wound from the inside out. It was coarse, and the pain was not being dulled, but she could feel her flesh slowly beginning to stitch together. It would take some time to heal, but with Ralasizon's pace, that seemed to be on purpose. But as she was healed, the Mist did not move. Would it move by the time the wound closed? And a better question: What would happen if it didn't?