The smell of burnt flesh filled every nose in attendance. From the corner of her eye she could make out the green hue in Inuyasha's face, Miroku had already thrown up, and Sango had looked away the moment she realized what was happening.
If she were herself at the moment, she would have been horrified at her actions. She was essentially torturing him to death, but she just didn't care.
Her reiki was like lightening in her veins, and he was the rod that beaconed in the sand.
She could feel it snapping and crackling each every blood cell. Could feel it wrapping around his bones and chipping them away piece by piece. Could feel her reiki begging for more.