Four people entered a small cell. Hung up on the wall by chains was a man in his late forties. Misaki looked at this man who was covered in wounds with no clothes on and let out a light laugh as her eyes looked at the thing between his legs. "Mo'mo, did you need to tie a ribbon on it?"
"It was so small and cute that I couldn't help but dress it up!" Mo'mo said with a big grin on her face. She poked Misaki's side and said: "Don't you think it's cute?"
"Yes, very cute. But remember Little Wei's is still young. Wrap it in a bit more ribbon to cover it up." Misaki then looked at Feng Wei who was not even looking at the man but the knives on the small table off to the side.
"Little Wei do you want to use those?" Misaki asked.
"Un! I want to do as you said and slowly carve his skin off. You said he will scream if I do that right?" Little Wei's innocent eyes turned and looked at Misaki.
