The sharp side of the blade held an icy texture as it grazed upon the surface of her warm skin. She remained frozen, jolting slightly from the coolness of the blade. She felt Dolohov skim back and forth across her flesh, making a muffled whimper release from her lips that were held shut tightly. Her tears had mixed with the blood on her face, changing the colour into a light red as it passed down her cheeks- Wetting the collar of her shirt.