First he lays the knife sideways across her forearm and Tiwa bites down on her lip, drawing blood as she tries not to faint from the pain,

"First pressure and then the cutting edge. I wonder if there is any different when drawn with an iron blade."

Then with the precision of a surgeon, he slices slantwise on her arm and now a whimper escapes as the mark is strange a cut yet almost a burn, something strange in between,

"I do believe the pain is worse with the cut."