@diemuttergans answered:
A low groan escaped the doctor, her head falling forward as she squirmed once more against the restraints holding her in place. The voice, thick and accented, mocked her as it spoke up— taunting her over his CARVING into her flesh. She had lost track of the lines digging into her skin nearly a quarter of an hour ago. All she could feel was a sting, a sting that burned and itched through her flesh.
“It…” Her mind faltered, debating between hazarding a GUESS and staying silent.
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Patrick... Atlas... The line was so blurred in his mind he no longer knew where one ended and the next began. Regardless, he eyed the woman for a long moment, waiting for her to finish her thought. He’d intentionally jumped around while cutting her. Starting one letter but not finishing it until two letters later. He’d have been shocked if the crout knew what he’d craved at this point. Shocked and suspicious.
“No guess? Not even a lil’ one? I should’a known ya weren’t as smart as they made ya out t’ be. Ain’t a woman alive who’s that smart.”
The knife met Tenenbaum’s flesh once more. An underline to the final word he’d carved into her back. The knife was sharp. Sharp enough that the line didn’t bleed right away. It waited a moment, then slowly red pooled to the surface and began to slide down. Not stopping until it was caught by the clothes he’d torn to give himself a canvas of skin.
Who Is Atlas
“Guess. Or I’ll go an’ find one’a them Sisters. Bet they’d guess real fast if I told ‘em to.”
