Without hesitation or second thoughts, I grabbed a sharp cutter and began carving her name into my heart region. Not too deep and not too shallow, but enough to make the name Ava permanently visible. I only sterilized the cutter and nothing else. I allowed the blood to drip down. It's a punishment to me for feeling somehow remorseful about what I did. In the past, hurting anyone in whatever way did not make me feel shitty. The soul was not there. Why now with her?
I've suffered far worse excruciating, death experiences and painful punishments, while growing up, and before I became a lord. My past and present are dark. What I was doing to myself felt like a massage compared to the things that have happened to me.
When I finished with the carving, I check it in to make sure that the word A
