This was what he had been wanting. It was delicious and so intoxicating when their will broke down and they accepted their wickedness. She could be a fierce one, but her fragility was captivating. If he had been corporeal, she'd be nailed to a table as he worked her over slowly, drawing out every confession to every sin she had committed and thought of committing.
He'd have drawn it out for days, keeping her lingering between the brink of life and death until she begged for death. That soft skin would be in tatters. Her pale skin a canvas decorated in purple, blue and yellow bruises and bright red lines and blood stains. The mere thought of it made his body relax in contentment.
"You can stop it. Only you can stop it. You know what you need." He looked around the cell and smiled slowly as something shiny caught his eye. With a clear focused thought, the knife slid over to her from it's place under the cot.
"You have to pay for your sins, Lissa. It's the only way to make it stop. You have to pay, and you want to. You need to pay for what you did to that little girl. If you do, then you can protect her friend. Unless you want Jillian to bleed in your place."
He whispered in her ear in a soft silky voice, "I doubt it would take her long to pick up a blade with all that dark spirit eating away at her. What's it going to be, little girl?"