"Please, stop." Siv begs. Vigga cuts Gary's upper arm again but he does not even make a sound. One of the sorceress' men beat him to a pulp. After she was satisfied, she ordered him to leave because she said she wanted to play with Gary for a bit. He is in a horrible shape. His head is hanging, his face is swollen, and he has shallow cuts all over his body. "Please, he did not do anything."
"He did not do anything? He is a traitor to the throne and he will be executed. I am merely having some fun with him for a bit."
"I beg you, if you keep going, he might bleed to death." Siv's eyes are red and she is ready to cry. The sorceress sighs.
"I find this very frustrating, anyway." Vigga pouts. "I think killing him in front of you would give me great pleasure."
"I thought I was the one you wanted to cut, why don't you do that?" Siv blinks away her tears.
