"Of course you're not them!" Jack sneered as he made a slice along the top of her toes on the newly exposed foot. This one wasn't deep. It was one that only went to the point of annoying pain.
"If you were them, I'd be having a lot more fun right now! All three of you, sitting here. Listening to one another be tortured. I could die a happy man after that."
Jack stopped and got up quickly, the knife point finding the edge of Enigma's jawline. He pressed it in, but didn't break flesh.
"If what you'd been told to do hadn't been an important part of the fucking plan, I would have just killed you outright when you first showed up. I told you to fucking do something, and now you've just ... you've... well, you're fucking it up!"
Of course, all of them were fucking it up, weren't they? Not just her. But she was the only one that he had. He'd have to make due for now.
"Seems to me if you were truly afraid of me, you'd do what you were told." He sat back down on the floor. He wondered if he could remove one of her toenails without her passing out. That could be a fun game. "And you should know me well enough by now, little bitch, to know that it's all a game. Until I'm done playing, it all stays whole."