I didn’t want to incapacitate her, only demonstrate what I was capable of. She was scared, writhing in the light. It was a sight to behold, to cherish, to laugh at a bit. Funny, I thought, to see someone so strong look so weak. I grabbed her arm and cut, not too deep, but enough to bleed. She yelled and I slapped her, making sure to solidify her silence. I threw her arm down, turned off the light, and left her whimpering in the cold basement.