Unrepentaint. Impenitenti

that I was in there. The camera had a green light to tell us that we were live, in front of everyone.

"I left the microphones are turned off," said Davil,

before you even see me coming. "So we can talk."

When I was in front of him, you took a moment to observe a duty. His irises are cristallizzarono soon on

my face and then went down along my body.

A single moment, to come to grips with the appearance

that I had taken. To convince himself that it all made sense and we were not the only two pieces of a gruesome game.

"You'll have to tie me your wrists". He pointed to the rope mail on the table. "Does not seem to be the one that is bound.

"In fact". Davil he stretched out on the sofa. "But if you do not, I will not be able to sit still. Links to this ring".

I looked up and saw him, hanging from the ceiling, enough at the bottom to be reached. My stomach went completely up in arms at the idea of the responsibility that I hung on him, but he had me advised. I was I was that I had underestimated the situation. I couldn't pull back right now.

Then I grabbed the rope and I took my place on the couch next to his body relaxed, Davil he raised his wrists in the air and I facilitated the work. I looked in the best of ways to surround them with the rope, and then hook the iron ring that hung over his head.

"You'll have to help me," I begged, trying his gaze.

He let out a half-smile, and only at that point I realized that it was already removed the jacket and the vest is below. She was wearing only the shirt.

"First, you will need to sbottonarmi the shirt". Leaned over the fingertips trembling for carezzargli the fabric. "With the decision, if you do not

to bore the audience."

I couldn't hold back my

sudden anger that his provocation, to be forced to act in that way. I grabbed

of his shirt and lifted them, blasting the buttons. His torso was lifted under m eyes.

"I didn't mean this.

"I'm going to torture you, and you also have the chutzpah to argue".

"Be careful what you call torture, the little fox".

His irises are incatenarono to mine, the flames of the candles created a dance of shadows on his face and along his chest. His lips to the heart were bent in a smile corny and left at the same time.

Indurii the jaw and tried to take a deep breath, then I turned to look at carefully the arsenal placed neatly on the table to my side, including candles.

In the books of torture I had read galore. Torture as a punishment for serious crimes, for questioning, for giving discomfort to the person in the wrong.

To Bonavick had cut a finger and ski

But I was not even remotely capable of this thing. And the more I looked at the tools in front of me, the more I realized that I had not the faintest idea of how to use and which to grab first.

"Hey". Davil attracted my attention. "Now look at me".

I received the gaze on him. He seemed worried. I realized with crystal clarity, as I was observing, that he feared not so much that I would have done, but as these acts I would have changed.

I had to give him listening, avoid direct involvement. And I didn't realize that he was there only because I had a set and he wanted to make sure that I was going to be good.

"Don't think about the camera," he began. "It's just me and you. The other can watch, but here, now, we are me and you".

"You and I," I muttered. "The knight and the fox".

Davil nodded. Then I ignored permanently that green dot in the red room and came back with the eyes on the table.

Reached out the hand to the table and I grabbed the only one of the weapons that were there, which maybe I could have more margin of error, without the risk of him hurt too much. A dagger.

Me rigirai between the fingertips, I looked at the engravings, which there were above. A series of squiggles stylish and held the handle. And then, I specchiai on his sharp blade and looked at me with that mask on the face.

I went back to him, and, crossing the basin of Davil, I sat astride on him.

His chest and his abs were opened completely under me, I took some time to try to figure out where to start.

Davil was now silent, waited for my move. I knew that I would have done much evil, and how desperately I was trying to convince me that it were not so; I was trying to think of how much he was more accustomed me to the pain, I remembered the scars on his leg, his self-harm. In vain.

His shirt and he went and found the tattoo that he had on the side of the torso, the skeleton intent in a dance. The dance of death.

On the other hand, the skin clean and tight. And so, I set off from there. From the side of his rib cage, that was not stained by the ink.

I was not ficcargli a dagger in the flesh, but the blade was sharp enough to open the skin.

When the tip touched the first rib, Davil closed his eyes and whispered, ' the his pain between clenched teeth. His arms strained with the node that gripped the wrists.

I imposi to focus on my movements with extreme

caution, I outlined the space that separated a rib on the other. The blood took to flowing, macchiandogli the white shirt.

Before continuing with the next, my eyes were on him and his on me. I gave him a few moments to get used to the burning of the wound open.

I wanted to collect the blood that flowed, but with the lace gloves that still was wearing I was afraid to worsen his pain.

I went next. This time, when pushed again the blade of the dagger on his meat, Davil not held back a gasp guttural. His lips opened to emit the sound that came straight from Hell and I was sure that, if we left the microphones open, the public would have enjoyed in listening to him. I, however, all I could do was tighten the eyelids and telling me that I had to at least listen to it to remedy what I was doing.

But I was fast, I marked the space that separated the second from the third coast, with a sudden movement. Other blood took to flowing.

There was no time or way to speak to each of us. I went forward, the third time that sank into his flesh, the pattern became clear.

This time Davil had done this that he had to face, keep back the cry, but the half-curse of suffering was a punishment, even for me.

After the third line, I gave him a few moments to recover before you go to the sternum. I wanted to be as magnanimous as possible, even if that term was contradictory with the work that had been assigned to me and that I had to complete.

You were'm being tortured lips slightly parted with teeth, but in his eyes there was a along of pure excitement. The irises opposite were waxed to a flame different from those of the candles that surrounded us.

Posizionai the dagger horizontally, the blade he touched the meat on top of the sternum. Then, with the hand, and pushed it from the other side of the wire. Enough to cut my glove, lace and open a wound on my hand, and to create a new cut on his skin. Davil imprecò from the pain.

When I pulled away the sharp blade, the blood taken out with extreme slowness. I remembered the snow, and unstoppable in the same way.