The action didn't take that long.
I mean, if it were in movies the action would have been made either in slow motion with cameras focusing on Devine's expression from frozen, fear to shock and Vion's hand or it could go with just an eerie sound effect and sometimes when the producer feels generous, you can get all that in a single scene for better experience.
But, in reality? It took less than a second for Devine to experience being pierced by a sharp object and it wasn't with the intention to get high. Right under his eye.
"Not my face" That's all he managed to say to him while breathing heavily. He felt blood trickling down his cheek, smelled it, tasted it but, he still felt nothing. He was numb from fear with his eyes calm as the night deep sea.
"Ah..." Said Vion like he only realized then how bad it was to cut a person's face before, bursting out laughing at that and suddenly became serious. Was he normal?, "I didn't know you had the right to negotiate here"
"Can't a victim choose his own death method?" Asked Devine with a smirk. But, all he wanted to was just pause it all and run for the hills.
"You wouldn't be here if you were a victim" Sneered Vion caressing Devine's neck before, applying a little pressure at his Adam apple.
"True" Replied Devine calmly looking at the bars for a minute as if pondering on something in his head, "Still, I'm the victim now"
"No. You're no victim" Insisted Vion, cutting Devine on his collar bone with a smile while increasing his hold on his neck. Did Devine cry or even flinch? No.
He was stuck in his head. Devine didn't know why but, when Vion told him that he was no victim, it got him thinking about his family. He left his family with the murderer of seventeen innocent teenagers. Who was worse?. Him in his observation.
"You're right I'm not" Replied Devine absentmindedly.
"You're not fun_!" Aggrieved Vion in anger but, only made him misstep amd and almost cutting himself.
"Watch out!" Unconsciously shouted Devine helping Vion not to hit his head on the bench and cut himself with the razor blade. Stunning Vion.
"What are you doing?" Asked Vion with a confused frown. Well, Devine didn't know either.
"I can't be dead if you die now, can I?" Joked Devine returning to his laying down position awaiting his execution. Was he a masochistic?. He wasn't aware of it growing up.
As long as he could remember, Pain was never his way to go to feel alive and all. Other than injections... he simply wasn't a fan of hurting his body.
"Interesting" Said Vion before pushing Devine off to his side, "In here, you need to know your place and never cross the boundaries"
"You're not going to kill me?" Asked Devine, being a defiant
"Wasn't planning to" Replied Vion seriously, "Not today anyway"
"Remember to stay awake in your dreams" Said Devine to the already silent Vion, taking a sit on his bench.
There was no bed in the cell like in movies or maybe it went in classes? Maybe, he'll chance a tour. But, still they could at least throw them a blanket in there, thought Devine.
Sleep took him as soon as he laid down, .maybe that confrontation was all that needed to be taken for him to sleep in peace. He didn't know why but, when Vion said he won't kill him that day, he believed him.
Call that honor between gangsters. Not that they were gangsters.