Talk:Victorique Schuhmacher/Bedroom/@comment-26208390-20130818152827/@comment-26208390-20130818160148

Victorique walks over to Tyler and gingerly picks up the hilt of the knife, ignoring the dancing heat that nipped at her sensitive flesh before she carefully placed her hand over the son of Deimos' mouth to silence his screams.

She suppressed a look of amusement and pressed the flat side of the blade to his wound, applying pressure. Clearly it wasn't the first time she has ever done it.