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