Hyrbis grinned toothily at her sister and she pointed the bloody knife at her, though only for indication and not as a threat. "You sure you don't want in here? Feels great!" Hybris turned back to Patroclus and slid the knife from his neck to his belly-button, not cutting but he could still feel the point as it was dragged downwards. He shuddered and balled his hands up, trying to prepare himself for the pain.
It had been a long time since he'd been tortured. He was out of practice.
"See, it's easy," Hybris slashed Patroclus again and he grunted slightly. "They make good noises too." She swanned over to Philotes side. "You'd be great at it."