after another punishment, Mads wipes his bloody hands with a towel, returning to the dark, lit room where the tied two beaten and bruised guys were sitting behind a chair, Mads leaned against one of them, lifting him up by the hair and said in a calm voice Well - well, my child’s offender, do you want to taste your own skin, hmm? Mads grinned as he pulled out a switchblade from his pocket, bringing the blade to the boy's cheek