Live on a video stream she writes in her arm with a blade and smears the cuts on a sketchbook. Reversed rivulets spell “IGNORE”.
“Hold still while I drill through your hands,” he smiles, teeth glowing. “If you taut your arms, I can’t stretch you on my wall properly.”
She opened the door to the cop who revealed her husband was dead. She sobbed, silenced only when he pulled out a gun and shot her too.