Brynn liked watching the blood bubble up slowly from her skin as she drew the blade slowly across it. It didn’t hurt! It didn’t hurt at all! Brynn anticipated terrible pain, but there was none.
She always took her time, savoring it. It was a different pain than the harshness of his fists, his belt, and his hands. It was Brynn’s pain, and she controlled it. She could make it hurt as much or as little as she wanted it to, depending on how deep she pushed the blade in. Sometimes it didn’t even hurt at all, until after. Then she could feel it hurting all day, and it focused her.
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