She hissed in pain at the feel of a blade slashing across her right cheek. He'd moved his hand so swiftly she didn't even know what he was doing until the blood started to well up in the wound. Perhaps he hoped to extend her suffering to a death by a thousand cuts or something equally dramatic. It was almost enough to make her roll her eyes. They were both complete amateurs. To give herself something to focus on rather than her fear, she took to internally critiquing every single mistake they were making. And there were a number.