The man pulled the knife again and stabbed it to the already healed wounds again.
"Stop it!" I scream at him.
What's wrong with this person? Doesn't he know that stabbing with a regular knife hurts, too?
With a huff, he pulled his knife out of my thigh, drops of blood following with it.
"I could stab you with this ten times, and you're just going to heal. Amazing. I wonder how your body works with this ultra-healing," he said, fascinated.
"I-It h-hurt a- lot," I whispered.
"Is it?" the man said mockingly. "At least you won't die using regular knives, right?"
I didn't dare to answer him. If I answered him, who knows what he would do with me?
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
"Oi, Dimitri, what the hell are you doing? That mutt is for the boss. He's a gift, remember?"
