“Comfortable,” Sawyer quipped as he settled into the chair.
“I do apologize for not being able to meet your standards in my accommodations. I hope you won’t mind.”
“It leaves something to be desired.”
“Well, I’m afraid I must disappoint further.” Eva reached out, taking hold over his ring finger and bent it straight backwards.
Sawyer didn’t appear to notice despite the sickening snap. The hand was stitched to him. It was entirely possible that he had absolutely no feeling in it, but Eva had been hoping for some sort of reaction.
Ignoring it for the moment, Eva just flashed a small grin. “All those fancy tools you had for me… I don’t have anything similar here.”
“A shame, to be sure.”
“Nonsense!” Eva dug her claws into his middle finger and crushed her hand into a fist. Not only could she hear the snapping of his bones, but also the blood and flesh that leaked out and ran over her smooth carapace. “This way is far more intimate.
“But I can’t have all the fun,” Eva said as she wiped the finger pulp off on the side of the chair. She turned around to find Nel actually shying away while eying the smear of blood on the chair. “Nel? He has a finger and a thumb left.”
The augur blanched, taking a step back.
Eva rolled her eyes. Given that she had just fired lightning at him while he was helpless and likely hadn’t provoked her, her shying away from a little harmless torture was somewhat disappointing.
Though, Eva wasn’t feeling the torture herself.
It wasn’t supposed to be like this.
This was to be her revenge. She finally had Sawyer helpless. Thinking back to when he had her strapped to a chair barely got Eva fired up.
Part of it was because of his smile. His failure to cry out in pain as she crushed his finger didn’t help matters. Eva wanted to hear his screams, but that wasn’t happening. The other part of it might be her mindset. It just wasn’t satisfying. Serena had her worried and being watched by the obviously squeamish Nel had her spirits dampened somewhat.
Maybe she didn’t have the inclinations to be a proper torturer.
Prax was standing back a short distance, watching with obvious disapproval on his face.
Steeling herself, Eva turned back to Sawyer with a glare. Even if she wasn’t feeling it, that was no excuse to let him off easy.
“I guess it’s just me and you right now.”
“I’d be disappointed if you handed me off to others.”
Eva gripped his hand as a whole and crushed the entire thing all at once. “You took my fingers, my toes, and my eyes. I really don’t care about your toes and your hands are mutilated enough.”
“My eyes then,” Sawyer said with a smile.
Lip curling in distaste, Eva shook her head. “Eventually.”
There was something else that she wanted to take from Sawyer more than his eyes.
Lifting up her hand, Eva moved the sharp tips of her claws towards his face no faster than particularly viscous honey flowing down a slight decline. She was hoping that the apprehension of not knowing where she was targeting would make Sawyer squirm at least a little. Unfortunately, that was a failure.
Sawyer kept his eyes locked onto Eva’s eyes, seemingly taking no notice of her hand.
An inch away from his face, Eva shot her hand forwards. Her claws found their way into his mouth. Pinching his teeth between her fingers, Eva squeezed.
Teeth were hard. That was essentially their entire purpose. For a scum of a necromancer who wound up eating dead flesh that fell into his food, Sawyer’s teeth were actually well cared for. Perhaps that was why he smiled so often; he wanted to show off all the hard work he put into his teeth.
Unfortunately for poor Sawyer, Eva’s fingers were stronger.
Shards of calcium exploded between her fingers.
The top row of Sawyer’s front teeth was just stubs and his gums.
Twisting her hand around, Eva dug her claws into the bottom of his jaw. She broke off the teeth from partway through his gums. His stumps of flesh started to fill his mouth with blood.
Eva pulled her hand out of his mouth and smiled.
“Your incessant grin looks so much better now.”
Sawyer twisted his head to one side and spat, expelling as many of the shards as he could.
When he looked back, Eva couldn’t actually tell whether or not he was trying to smile.
It was a definite improvement.
“Now that we’ve got that out of the way, what next? Nel, Prax,” Eva turned her head over her shoulder, “any ideas?”
The red demon’s scowl twisted into a grin. “If you are going for pure mutilation, there is a spot on any man which cannot be topped.”
Eva narrowed her eyes.
