Jo sat up, too, in anticipation of whatever torture was going to come their way. Jo hoped it was just some kind of prisoner situation, but that energy to the man's eyes suggested otherwise. He liked to play with his prisoners. Jo knew the type.
The man reached into his pocket and pulled out a pocket knife.
Oh, Jo thought, feeling a pit form in her stomach. That was how this was going to start, then.
They tried to pretend they were Kyle. Kyle was used to pain in ways that Jo wasn't. It wasn't that his pain receptors no longer worked. The two of them had talked about it before. It was more than his mind was just so used to the pain that it turned them off, sometimes, because it knew there was no real danger. His nerves were wired different than Jo's were.
The man crouched down in front of them. He eyed the two of them like he was a butcher and was trying to determine which one of them was the juiciest bit of meat.
Jo didn't even have a chance to try turning attention on her. Right as they opened their mouth, the man moved forward and slashed at Heliodor Everett's arm with the now open pocket knife's blade.
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