Sæmãntha: -it was on her own face-

Sæmãntha: -there was a weak spot where there was a plate of metal loose and could easily come off along with the other metal pieces-

Sæmãntha: -she held the chunk of skin in her robotic hand and Samantha cries out for her to stop-

Sæmãntha: -her robotic fingers dig in, ripping another part of her face off-

Night.....?

(Just saying Sæmãntha is part robot)

(Ok)

Sæmãntha: she released the patch of skin she held and brought her arm up for another blow-

Sæmãntha: -her plan was to cause as much pain as possible-

Sæmãntha: -grabs the knife with her normal hand and jerks her robotic hand down, ripping some of her face off-

Samantha: -in mind: a wound opens on her, Every wound on her body opens on her spirit and she screams in agony-

Sæmãntha: -she was an inch from Pinkyberrys face and she smiled a creepy smile-

Samantha: -in Sæmãnthas mind: screams out: don’t do this!-

Sæmãntha: -her sharp fingers dig into Pinkyberrys head and she pulls her to her-

Sæmãntha: -her robotic arm shoots out to Pinkyberry and grabs her by the head-

Sæmãntha: -she grins evilly-

(Mkay)

Samantha: -her conscious returns and she looks up, looking through Sæmãnthas eyes-

Sugarcubes face off*

Sæmãntha: let’s play your... little game -she grinned, showing her sharp, metal teeth. She had hem replaced once she ripped half of Sugarcube