Jonah laughed lightly and smiled, watching the blood ooze to the top, watching the blood cover the very fiber of the muscles and blue veins. Pulsing and moving as the boy before him tensed and wailed. Moving, stepping to be where the boy's head was he did the same cut to the shoulder. Two inch cuts on either end of the long cut. Peeling the flesh from the muscle to sit and watch the blood cover the stringy muscles of the boy. He touched the fiber with his gloved hand, gently and sickly he chuckled, "Beautiful pain." He said hearing the squeals and squeaks from Mui. Walking to the lower of the table he lifted his blade once more, pressing it onto Mui's bare naked thigh, pushing till the blade sank into the skin and he dragged it down. Listening to the cries of the mouse, too bad. He kinda wished his child, Niyana, wasn't his. She'd make angelic screams as he sexually hurt her, then later cut her flesh to watch her bleed. That was not how it worked. And well, all he wanted was pain to be done to Mui. All because he got bit. The knife soon was dropped to the floor as he tore Mui's flesh with his nails, the restraint and resistance was a morbid glorifying feat. Especially when he saw blood pooling to the opened up gaping peel.