The hands from the tar grabbed Richie by his shoulders and hips, one clamped over his mouth to keep him quiet. Higgs took the small knife began to cut words into Richie's back. The black tar rain continued to fall as he worked quickly and expertly, taking his time to get each word perfect.
WRATH. PRIDE. ENVY. GREED.
He cut Richie's side, back and arms. Superficial, mostly, bleeding wounds that wouldn't cause any long term damage or risk. However they would scar, and badly if left untreated and unwashed. Higgs grinned, laughing as he finished. He spoke like a proud father. "There's a good boy."
The thunderclap that preceded the raining tar combined with a lightning fizzle and flash. As quickly as the tar appeared it was gone, leaving Richie free from the moaning faces and hands.
A single clink sounded behind him, as Higgs' knife collided with the floor of the corridor, it's point embedded into the ground. The man was gone.