Inga was in silence. She was looking at bloody wounds on Raisa's back. She wanted her to die, but Jorma had another wish. This bitch murdered her man; now she was alone with a child and old mother. Life was already hard, but now it would be even more, although Jorma was paying a good amount in silver to her.
It would be a pleasure to rub coarse salt on her wounds and feel her pain while doing that slow.