"How...?" He began, his voice raspy, but it cracked before he could finish. She smiled with twisted delight,
"What was that? How did I capture you? Oh well, that was easy really!" She danced around the tree, obviously unable or possibly incapable of containing her sick humour and glee until she was directly behind him. She wrapped her arms around the young tree and her equally young captive- for neither the tree nor the boy were particularly large- and placed her forehead, nose and lips onto the tree. Her small flip knife found a comfy spot on his chest. The side she believed to be the sharpest, though both sides were probably of a similar sharpness, lay flat against his chest, directly in the middle of his ribcage perpendicular to his nipples. She grasped the deadly, and comparatively small weapon to his body, with both hands and let it sleep there peacefully for a moment. With every breath in he took, the knife pressed deeper into his chest, "See, I am much cleverer than you! Whilst you stumbled around aimlessly, maddened by hunger and thirst, I followed you, for- ooh- easily a few miles before I decided to..." She tightened her grip on the knife and tilted it upwards so the point dug into his flesh about a millimetre. He moaned as sharp bullets of pain were fired through his chest, "trip you up and smash your head down on a rock and then..." She pulled the tip of the knife out of his chest and danced back around in front of him, "you passed out. How tempting it was to kill you there and then so as I could carry on with my journey but then I thought..." She paused dramatically for long enough to place the tip of the knife on her own heart, "I'd much rather get to know you before I killed you... I mean, it would heartless to not wouldn't it?" She dug the point of the knife into her own breast above her heart and flicked it diagonally down to the left, then created an 'X' shape using the previous line right over her heart. Blood oozed out of her chest. The pain should have been almost unbearable for her cuts were very deep but she showed no signs of even realising that she had done it, "You see, I do have a heart... Honest," she giggled, "it's just... I have no heart for you!" She steps backwards a few feet and threw her flip knife to the ground. She reached with her right hand across to her left hip and pulled a five inch blade out of a sheath. It was hand made and weighted perfectly for her. She extended her knife wielding arm straight out to her right, parallel to the floor. She horizontally swiped her arm around in front her, bent her elbow and let the edge of the knife glide in between her lips until the point reached the right corner of her now bloodied lips. He heard her inhale very deeply. The sound of it was oddly loud compared to his own breath but he reasoned that perhaps fear heightened his hearing ability. The girl moved the knife so she could kiss the hilt and let the tip rest between her brows. Time was standing still. As she finally exhaled, she drew the blade downwards, causing it to mist up. Little was he to know that this was her signature move. The point returned to its resting place in the corner as she twisted her hand around so her wrist faced the helpless boy who could do nothing but stare wide-eyed at her, "any last words?" She spoke carefully and quietly so as not to upset her blade. All he could do was shake his head. His mouth was too dry to speak and tongue too swollen from the gag. He thought he heard a final small giggle escape her lips, perhaps not but he was not to know that her voice would be last thing he would hear. She brought her left arm across her chest to support her right elbow with her left hand...
