"Funny, I don't quite equate the same emotion attached to torture."
Jack arched a brow and fought the urge to smack his head backwards. Great. A woman who was out of her mind, expecting to call demons into this world through his body. One of these days the feeling of deja vu would leave him alone. And, even better, whatever demon it was had an endless lifeforce to feed on.
"The way I see it, wrong place at the wrong time." But, then again, better him than some other innocent. Jack hissed, eyes flicking to the back of his hand where she was so neatly slicing the skin off. Jack grunted, his hand going numb where a nerve had been severed. "Planning on killing me, then?" Jack asked, speech slurring ever so slightly.