Danny looked on, confused. She'd never been to this area, much less seen the cottage. She looked up at Fukey, too trusting for her own good. "Fukey? W-where are we?"
Fukey smiled lightly. "You'll see." She guided her to the door, knocking on the door. The moment it opened, the sight of Zerk made her start to run. Fukey grabbed her and tossed her to the ground, ignoring her struggles. She took out a knife. A look of terror crossed her face as she was pinned by Fukey.
"Fukey! S-stop. You're my friend! Y-you promised we'd never hurt each other, remember?" she said, clawing hopelessly at her ankle.
"I crossed my fingers. Zerk, get the rope. Alen, trancs. I don't want to do any more harm than I have to." She got to Danny's level, keeping her knee on her chest. "Sorry Kiddo," she whispered in Danny's ear, too low to hear by anyone else, before starting to cut very slowly over her shoulder. A scream, equal terror and pain, escaped Danny, Tears starting to prickle in her eyes. Fukey cut over her arm, sides, stomach (After resituating herself), and chest, all shallow but on pressure points.
(Note: She doesn't nessessarily enjoy it. Think cruel to be kind. Ask and she'll explain.)