She wore a jumper that reeked of her own body odor.
He tugged on another jumper and then lifted her onto the bed with strength that seemed at odds with his small form.
She pulled on the jumper, not expecting it to fit and surprised to find the leather-like material as flexible as spandex.
She ate two more of the sugar cubes and a water cube, eyes lingering on the bloody mess that was her jumper in the corner.
He gently removed the blood-soaked jumper and cleaned her.
His knife cut through her jumper, slicing into her skin.
He dropped a leather jumper similar to his on her lap and then returned to his cutting.