As the hours went by, Ryan's blood was mostly on the floor then flowing in her veins.

"Ryan, sweetie, I can keep this up for hours. You sure you got nothing to tell me about Knox?" Starla said, slowly twisting a knife that was in Ryan's shoulder.
"Go.to.hell." Ryan managed to get out without crying out in pain.
"You disappoint me." Starla said, sighing as she moved the knife around.

Ryan grunted in pain, screwing her eyes shut tightly.
Starla then took the knife out of Ryan's shoulder, watching the cuts she helped form slowly repair themselves.

"I guess since your angelic side is healing you...you think you won't have to tell me anything for quite some time, but I'm getting impatient, so what if we changed that?" Starla said to her, placing the knife close to Ryan's neck.
Ryan looked at Starla, a bit freaked. She had a few theories on how she planned to do that, and none of them seemed that much fun.

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A agent walked in, holding a small box and a bowl with multiple items in it.

"Thank you, agent." Starla said, taking the items from him, placing them on a table next to Ryan. She set out all the items from the bowl on the table, looking them over.
"What are you a witch now?" Ryan asked, rolling her eyes.
"As a matter of fact, my mother was a witch. She taught me a few things before she went-" she said, taking the knife she had in hand across the front of her neck. "From some people like you, well, the ones that are more human." She shrugged.

"Great..." Ryan muttered to herself as Starla put together a spell. "Anything you want to share with me, Ryan? Something from your childhood or maybe information about Knox?" Starla questioned Ryan.

"Well, I don't feel particularly comfortable about sharing information on Knox, so I guess childhood stories are going to have to work." She responded, "Well, since I grew up in a orphanage until I was sixteen. One time when I was eleven the headmistress had another young girl move in my room. By the second day I managed to put gum, soup, melted gumdrops, and curry paste in her hair. I got grounded for about two weeks and the girl moved out." Ryan said, snickering at the memory, but winced from the previous wounds.

"I'm assuming you've been the prankster of the group?" Starla asked, adding one of the last ingredients go in.
"Mhm. The only other kid that had the balls to prank anyone else was a kid named James Sherman." Ryan replied, seeing the ingredient go in.

"Fascinating story, Ryan, but now we must finish what I came here to do." Starla said, taking her knife and cutting Ryan's palm, letting the crimson liquid drip into the bowl she had below it.

Once Starla had gotten the blood required she took the bowl back to the table, setting it down. She then began chanting a few words that seemed to be in enochian.

Ryan then felt a sharp pain pretty much everywhere, making her cry out. Starla kept chanting the words as she revealed what was in the box, a syringe that was able to extract angelic grace. She then took the syringe and stuck it in Ryan's neck, seeing the grace slowly being extracted.

Ryan let a few tears slip as she cried out even louder, clenching her eyes shut.

"This will take a while, so I suggest you better prepare to tell me everything about Knox." Starla said, continuing to extract the grace from Ryan's soul.