Andras smirked a little as it seemed she was getting turned on talking about her own death. Whoever her playmate was was really a lucky man indeed. "I would only torture you as foreplay.. and when you begged, I wouldn't stop." something in him stirred, wanting to know how much she could take before she broke..
Since her eyes closed, she'd feel his hands brush along her shoulders, his fingers dipping into her hair as he moved them up the sides of her neck lightly, "A thing of beauty," he spoke softly as his thumbs pressed against the base of her throat, settling over the bone under the skin, gliding them up, as if counting each bump, "Deserves a fitting death." his thumbs still caressed but started to press into that soft spot where the underside of her jaw and neck met, making the pressure build in her throat that would make breathing more on the painful side.