Ate drew closer to her brother in the gloom, her voice meant only for him as she watched for the movement of the naughty little nymph inside. "We should spill the dog open," she suggested with a small smile. "Let her see the hot mess before you grab her."
She was excited to be along on this little game, there would be violence and pain and then after that a nymph to be played with. Nymphs were silly little creatures, but their tears were entertaining.