Glowi screamed and Azina felt that same feeling of release that she’d felt just a week ago. She felt small, warm drops of blood splatter on her hand as she made new carvings on his face as he cried out. She joined his yelling too, though she was unsure if it was joyous or just as painful.

After Azina had finished her session with Glowi, she moved to Tini’s cell. She took the black concoction and found that it didn’t wreak havoc on her nearly as much as it had before. She figured that she’d gotten used to its foul nature. Azina opened the peering hole and stared at Tini. She sat in her usual position, staring back with her unblinking eyes.

Feeling good and confident, Azina opened the door without drugging Tini. She braced herself to get into a fight with her. But Tini simply watched, unmoving. Azina went through the motions of securing her into shackles and squeezing her head into place with the wooden boards. All throughout, Tini offered no resistance, only her unblinking gaze. 

When Azina sat in front of Tini as usual, the bound woman opened her mouth.

“Do you think your torture here is just?” She asked. Azina felt a furious fire flare throughout her body.

“Do you think your killings are just?” Azina snapped back, holding her fury back.

“No, I don’t think they are righteous at all. Do you think your fury and torture here are justified?” Tini asked. Azina closed her eyes and took a deep breath to calm herself a little bit.

“You killed my mother. An innocent woman whose only crime was trusting that the city would take care of her,” Azina said, letting out a sigh and leaning forward onto her knees.

“She seemed like a nice woman,” Tini said, her gaze drifting off to the stone ceiling.

“You don’t deserve the right to say anything about her.” Azina put the pliers up to Tini’s face, but she didn’t flinch. This angered Azina and she roughly grabbed at Tini’s chin, squeezing it open, despite no resistance being offered. She pushed the pliers onto one of her incisors, the edges clearly poking into the gums. She grabbed onto the tooth and squeezed tightly, transferring her anger into the pliers. Tini grunted, shutting her eyes tightly in an attempt to brace herself for the pain. But instead of pulling the tooth, it cracked open in an explosion of shattered bone. It surprised Azina and she dropped the pliers. 

Blood dripped out of Tini’s mouth and she winced as she ran her tongue over the remnants of the tooth that hung to her gums. She looked at the surprised Azina and broke out of her shackles. Azina fell back, shocked at the sight.

“Didis has told me this is not my time or place. But he demands sacrifice be made for the power I’ve just been granted,” Tini said, grabbing the pliers at her feet. Azina immediately lunged for the table of instruments, grabbed one of the pallet knives, and stabbed herself in the neck. She slumped to the floor and slipped into the darkness of death. 

Tini stood there, fascinated by what had just happened. Then, she felt a warmth in her chest. Her body began to move on its own, her fingers releasing the pliers one by one until it dropped to the floor. Tini fought against the fire that was taking over her body, pushing her leg down as it tried to take a step forward.

Then, she heard Azina’s voice.

“We are going to start killing the right people,” the voice said.