<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">Castelis panted for breath as he finally stopped, her head spinning. She could feel each bite of the knife, each trickle of blood as it ran down her body. The soft plinking sound as a drop dripped from her and hit the floor, or silence as it absorbed into her hair. It was a wonder she was still conscious, but the man was nothing if not skilled at his craft, knowing how to make her bleed, just a little with each cut, so she wouldn’t pass out from the loss of blood. Most of the cuts had already stopped bleeding, only the more recent ones still dripping. From her thighs, from her stomach, from her back… even a cut across her cheek.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d"> “Bored yet?”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999"> she hissed through clenched teeth.</span>