Warning: Intense Gore description ahead.
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"Where should I begin, Ignis El Flamebane?" I asked, holding Ignis by the hair.
"W-why are you keeping me here?" Ignis asked, fear and horror laced in his voice.
Placing the lantern to the side, I sat in front of Ignis and said in a low voice,
"273,750 times."
"Wh-what?" Ignis asked in confusion.
"For fifteen years, without missing a single day, Nymeria stabbed her right arm with a knife as she wished for your death. The total stab count was 273,750. Can you imagine the pain she suffered?"
"I-I do—"
"Of course you don't," I replied, cutting him mid-sentence.
Moving my finger around the scar on his face, I continued, "The only true pain you ever felt is from this scar my father left."
My fingers began digging into the scar, forcing blood and pus to seep from the wound.
"But it's still far from enough."
"Aaghh!!!" Ignis screamed in pain as I dug my fingers in until they touched the solid resistance of his skull.
