Aya's POV
His body jerked back against the barrier, but here was no escaping the razor nail on my index finger. With a wicked grin, I quickly cut off his clothing. As he sighed in supposed boredom. "You don't have it in you, Lady Raptor. Let me go." Without mercy, I delved deep into his mind and barely had to search. The voices and cries of those he had tortured and killed, filled my mind as I watched them dying in various ways. I pulled my mind back from his quickly, but kept us linked. The more humane side of me screamed for justice, while the other side wanted his blood. Wanted to see him suffer through torture.
I started skinning his member first, only so it would be the first to heal while I worked on his various limbs. That way I'd have to skin it more than once. A gift to him for all the women he raped and killed through the centuries.
