He watched in silence as that small pale hand gripped the knife. Hesitant cuts slowly built into something more desperate. The tears flowed and so did the blood. She was doing what he wished to do himself.
Ripping her body up the way Jack had done to those whores all those decades before.
"Deeper, child. You known you deserve more than what you're doing. Deeper. Not just your arms. Bleed like Vera bled. Give yourself over to the punishment you deserve. It is the only way you will be granted mercy."
He stepped back and watched the blade work against that skin. He wanted her frenzied. He wanted the skin all over her body to soak her clothes with her tainted blood. She was a vampire. To feel proper pain she needed to lose the blood.
"Plead with me. Convince me you accept the depth of your guilt. That you feel that girl's pain. Look at me and show me what Vera should be here to witness herself."
He commanded her with the voice of a righteous man, "Confess to me your wicked deeds, Girl."