Dalie glared as though Krystal’s gesture upset him, though it did not. Instead, he used it as an excuse to hurt her some more. He knew she was on the verge of passing out, so he pressed his hands on both wounds he’d cut into her—intentionally applying more weight than was even necessary—and healed them shut. He then ran a bloody finger along Krystal’s jaw and cooed, “No, no… Now is not the time to sleep.” He snapped his fingers to summon a syringe; a small bit of blood slapped her face with the force of his snap. He held the syringe just above her face so she could see it. “This is enough adrenaline to make you wish to run a 100 meter marathon. If you start to slip…” he made a slight stabbing gesture at her chest with the needle, “I will inject this into your heart.”
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