"My back hurts! My wrists hurt! I might itch, and I'm so uncomfortable!" Alessa imitating Sal's whining before she grabbed the gun back from its hovering position.
"You know, I would really love to kill you." She took her index finger and started to caress the still bleeding wrist wound, inserting the finger in and out of gently. As if feeling all that she could. "I'd absolutely love it, but we both know that death wouldn't last long here. You'd be revived, and I absolutely hate when that happens."
She pulled out her finger from the wound, and examined her finger. A thick coat of dark crimson blood coated it, and glistened in the light. "I heard that blood contains the soul of a person." With that she placed her entire finger inside of her mouth, and proceeded to suck off the blood. After two minutes she stopped.
"Of course, just because I won't kill you doesn't mean I won't bring you to the brink." Her expression turned angry. In a matter of seconds she was at the table, hitting Sal's face and head with the gun.