Ah, the sight of his boneless arm was so beautiful, though she doubted he would appreciate the look of it. And he was in such an exquisite amount of pain. She almost took pity on him, but it had been such a long time since she had tortured for the mere enjoyment of it.
She lifted her right hand as she came even closer until it burned with a purple fire that reflected in her eyes. With a terrible glee, she lowered to one knee and pressed her hand against his ravaged arm, burning the flesh until it turned black and crackled and stunk up the room with the scent of burned meat.