But she wanted to draw blood. She wanted to leave behind a different scar, a different mark. One that would remind him of this night compared to the mark from his God. His horrible, worthless God...
She giggled a bit nervously because that sounded like a really good idea but... But they couldn't. "Oooh bad boy... Demon smile and sharp teeth," Dorcas shivered, sucking in her lip ring. It was a terrible habit but oh well. "Can't do that, bad boy. People around here have powers. All the better to find us with. Then we couldn't go out at night 'cause there'd be more security. Everything would be ruined."