The pain Violet felt was the most excruciating she had ever known. As the blade plunged into her eye, a scream ripped from her throat, primal and raw, though it did nothing to alleviate the agony. It was as if fire coursed through her veins, consuming her from within, and yet the torment only worsened with every passing second. The blade moved deliberately, carving a path of torment as Howie worked slowly, methodically, digging out Violet's eye like he was mining for some precious gem.
Her screams filled the room, piercing and desperate, a chilling echo of suffering. Violet struggled to move, to fight back, to break free, but Reddrick's iron grip made it impossible. He held her down as though she were no more than a sack of grain, unyielding and unbothered by her frantic resistance. A few agonizing seconds later, Violet's body surrendered. Her strength failed her, and she fainted, the unbearable pain dragging her into the darkness.
