Re: Cal
Oh he liked that. Against skin very little, against blood and flesh. Oh yes. Alastair liked that very much. The cuts grew deeper, he liked the sizzling. He'd have to be careful not to kill him, just hurting, always the hurt but he could do that so exquisitely with but one instrument. This same knife, the iron. It was all he needed with this, Caliban.
"Tell me where it...Oh never mind it hurts everywhere doesn't it boy. Everywhere I hit flesh or make flesh wounds all newly formed. Its true isn't it"
He was trying to push back from him. Foolish and pointless.