Chapter Thirteen
I take a shaky breath as I pat down my legs to try and work out if any of the cuts are still bleeding. I'm slightly surprised to find that none of them are, even after several rounds of cuts. I'm not sure why he thinks he's going to get anything out of me by using the same technique over and over, but I suppose it's an advantage for me in that it means I know what to expect.
Just as with the last couple of times he's done it, the wounds have healed surprisingly well. I suspect the burning of the Holy water serves as a kind of cauterisation to the wounds and stop them from bleeding too much. It's a double-edged sword, as I'd rather not feel the burning sensation in the first place, but at least I'm not left weak from blood loss.
By my reckoning, I've been here for about
