"It's absolutely electric." She let out an evil little cackle, taking a moment to admire Sal's work with the fan. Just by watching those lungs, goosebumps shot up her arms and spine. It felt as good as a lover's touch. "One man's murder is another man's art."
"How about the hands? Or maybe they would look better on the bedposts." Emerald said this as casually as if they were discussing which movie to watch or if they should order the chef's special.
By this time, her own hands were so bloody that she pressed them onto the walls, like a child with finger paints.