@vhulgar
The man stopped screaming a long time ago—skinning someone alive is an art in and of itself, but they always fall unconscious eventually. This one lasted a little longer than usual. For that Ferrus would salute him. You know, if he wasn’t a shitbag wife beater. That’s Ferrus’ thing: find an abuser, sacrifice an abuser to the primordial god of destruction.
His skill with a knife is next to none. He’s been doing this for centuries upon centuries, after all. He stops breathing next—Ferrus doesn’t feel bad. He only wishes that, back in the day, he could of had the courage to do this to his ex. He can feel someone watching, waiting, and it makes him smile.
“You can come out, you know. I can hear you breathing.” Elf ears twitch involuntarily as he winks to the shadows. “You can take a closer look if you want. . .I don’t mind sharing.” Ferrus hasn’t shared his work with anyone other than Sakura in this world. The thought of sharing this moment with someone makes his heart skip a bit—how romantic, how enticing!
