In a hidden place steeped in the stench of blood ..
A chamber that contained nothing but machines and instruments of torment ..
Snow Lionheart still hung there, naked and bound, while that madwoman, Evelyn, toyed with him.
After their sadistic kiss ended with Snow tearing off a large portion of Evelyn's lips and mouth, the Blood Queen repaid him—and began to play in earnest.
Slowly, she tested Snow's toughness and pain tolerance: peeling his skin little by little, flaying him alive, all while manipulating his blood to keep him from summoning any power at all.
The agony was insane. And the more Snow's blood spilled, the deeper Evelyn's smile became.
"I always took you for the gallant, fearless hero—the perfect man without flaws."
The wet rasp of her blood-knife accompanied every word as Evelyn spoke, having already mended what Snow had done to her.
"But you did something feral, unbecoming of a 'hero.' I suppose even your kind are capable of that."
