Scout could feel the cool blade of Spy's knife dragging gently across his throat, not any pressure on it at all. Just taunting the young Bostonian with the fear of death. All he would have to do was press on the blade just ever so slightly, and it would slice through Scout's skin like butter.
Scout's throbbing pulse was joyous to Spy. He was so afraid, and his heart pounded so quickly he was sure he could hear it over the boy's shaky breath. Oh how easy it would be. Every time he traced the same invisible pattern across Scout's throbbing neck, he pinpointed where he could do the most lethal damage, but still have the young boy live long enough to endure every second of his life blood pumping out of his throat.
"Y'know….I promised your mother I wouldn't do anyzing like zis." He whispered softly into Scout's ear, his lips nearly brushing against his earlobe. "But it's just too easy…and you have a way of getting on my nerves."
Scout squirmed uncontrollably, trying to get away and struggled with the bounds that tied him to his chair.
"I know you captured ze intel today. Tell me what you know." Spy stated and stuck the tip of his blade by Scout's ribcage, not hard enough to break skin but enough to cause discomfort. He smiled when Scout squirmed again; it was like he was just begging to be hurt. He stuck the blade a little deeper, this time surely breaking skin, but not too deep. Scout gasped with pain, and froze; not even breathing for fear it would go deeper.
"The more you squirm the worse it gets." Spy sighed and removed his knife and wiped the scarlet blood off on Scout's baby blue shirt. He heard Scout shudder out a breath but he still surprisingly remained quiet.
"C'mon Scout, All I want to know is what you know." He murmured. "That's not too much to ask is it?" He knew the Boy knew something he shouldn't and he was refusing to speak what he knew. He knelt down in front of Scout and gingery grasped the boy's chin so he could look him in the eye.
"I won't hurt you if you tell me." Spy whispered. Scout gurgled any fluid he could muster in the back of his throat and spat the salty fluid directly into Spy's face with a wide grin. Spy stood up, feeling fury bubbling up in his chest, but he calmly wiped the Scout's saliva and mucus off of his balaclava.
"You're a filthy pig you know that?" He muttered bitterly, though he knew that insults were only going to please the Bostonian. So he settled with sliding his knife deeply across the Scout's arm and smiled when the boy let out a strangled scream. He again proceeded to wipe the blood off of his knife on Scout's shirt, and smiled with satisfaction when dark red blood began dripping thickly down his arm.
He faintly recalled Sniper reminding him not to lose his temper and to be careful with his intense method of interrogation.