#trigger; torture

Jerick let out a laugh, one that stated he was clearly impressed. “You still have the will to be mouthy, Ben?” The demon grinned from ear to ear, moving like a mischievous feline as he pulled the knife from his pocket. “I guess that’s not a yes or no, so I’m going to do what I please.” Jerick snorted, gripping the rope wrapped around Ben’s wrists.  “As if I needed permission though, Ben.” He whispered into his ear, sliding flat end of the knife across his neck. Another chuckle left his lips and he tightened the bounds. “This might hurt....a lot.” And before Ben could response, he dug the tip of the knife into the boys collarbone.