Milo saw the knife but couldn't dodge it. It flew straight at Milo, sailing towards her torso. Milo gasped and looked down slightly, the knife firmly lodged in her chest. Blood was oozing from the wound.Her hand moved to her chest. She wasn't going to pull out the knife, it would cause more blood loss. But, there was blood. Blood. Plenty of it. Milo had to keep calm. No torture, no killing, no violence right now. The can't move, and paralyzed victims are no fun. So no matter how much blood there was Milo shouldn't revert back  to the good old days of torture. Not now.