I lick my lips and then open the small wooden box that I took from Cory. Inside, there are all sorts of tools. Pain infusing tools. They range from thin, to thick, small, to medium size and all are designed for torture. I run my fingers through them, as they all lay so perfectly arranged inside the compartments.
"What's that for?" I hear him ask behind me and I don't bother responding.
My focus is on the art that's before me, I am looking at the tools, and all waiting for me to choose one that will start my work.
I can feel something inside my chest, bubbling and coming up as I finger a knife that's laid up, I can feel the sharpness of it by looking at it. I see something that resembles tweezers but it's really not, it's something else entirely meant for picking nails; and detaching them from the finger.
