She hummed along as she used the other dagger to sever his fingers from his hand, one by one. When she was done, she smiled sweetly at the male whose face was a pale mess of tears and drool as he continued to whimper before her. “Wh-why?” he stuttered. “Because you touched me as if you had the right to,” she answered plainly. “So I assumed I had the right to take from you too.”
