The panic on her face is thrilling. Perhaps he could yet get to her as much as she's gotten to him. Hopefully more, much more.

He yanks on her tongue hard, his blade pressing in harder, but not breaking skin quite yet.

"You can scream without a tongue. Your vocal chords will be in tact, you just won't be able to articulate all your awful thoughts for me to endure."

And begging tended to irritate him more than anything. He'd much rather see someone cry and tremble than whine at him to let up.