Edmund slammed his fist on the table in frustration. The edges were always so difficult to get right, and now it was ruined.
“One more go” he said to himself angrily holding it up so Melanie could see it from where she sat shackled to the bed.
“Look what you made me do with your crying ” he shouted, eyes bulging.
He picked up the knife from the table, walked across and cut open her shirt, exposing the tattoos that covered her shoulders, back and arms.
His eyes narrowed, nostrils flared.
“How am I supposed to make anything with that” he roared.
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