"Good," Ky said fiercely as he grabbed hold of her. Let him squeeze, let him half break her wrist if that was what needed to happen.
With her spare hand she grabbed a pencil pot nearby and pulled out four of them, shoving them between his teeth. "You need to bite down on this," she told him, unwrapping his fingers from around her wrist so she could stand up. "This is going to really fuckin hurt and if you scream too loud the cops will show up."
She went for the iron, moving quickly back towards him and then waiting no longer to prepare him. She pressed the steaming metal against his skin and there was a hiss of burning flesh and the sickening smell quickly surrounded her. She gagged a little at it, removing the heat and placing it back down against a different part. Ky knew only that she had to get all the cuts and seal them with the heat, and that probably she shouldn't leave it on any longer than it took to do that. It seemed like burning through more of his skin would only make it worse.