(A/N: Beware of the stuff we talked about).
It was only after the blade of the dagger tasted the flesh of a human that James felt the unnerving sensation and withdrew quickly.
He was in a dark grid box.
Again, his senses were suppressed, vision and hearing entirely useless altogether.
He had gone for the kill, anticipating that it was just the same as killing a chicken.
However, the reality was different. It was enough to tear him out of his reverie.
James took deep breaths.
That sensation. He could never forget it.
The vibration of the blade as it carved through the skin and flesh. The rough yet thick feeling of the blade that travelled through his hand, spelling out that it was not the weapon but him who was using it that was accountable.
It made him stop.
