She wore a jumper that reeked of her own body odor.
He dropped a leather jumper similar to his on her lap and then returned to his cutting.
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 tugged on another jumper and then lifted her onto the bed with strength that seemed at odds with his small form.
He gently removed the blood-soaked jumper and cleaned her.