Daisy might have appreciated the assistance from Alex if she could hear him. She mostly could only hear her own breath as she panted, watching Wicked anxiously, not wanting to believe this psycho would really do it. It was hard to ignore when Wicked started writhing, too. Nobody was supposed to even know they had been there, Wicked barely had to control the sub, they were totally not prepared for a fucked up torture scene.
"Stop it, stop it," Daisy demanded again, more sobs now than screams. "She works for me, okay?" she tried. "She just works for me." Which, as far as Daisy knew, was probably true now. She didn't really want to think about it.