He had watched as she slid her finger in and out of the hole in his wrist, feeling chills rise up and down his body. It was almost a spiritual thing, as he was enjoying it while feeling disembodied from the limb. It reminded him of something he'd done to a high school student four years ago before he blew the boy's brains out all over the pavement. For a moment, Alessa looked like that boy.
The victims always eventually bit back. Alessa was all of them combined.
Tired of talking, of teasing her, he basked in the torture he received from her. This was due payment. She wasn't going to kill him, so the only choice he had was to enjoy it. He didn't understand why she'd mentioned having a soul. This implied she believed he had one.
Still refusing to speak, he only laughed chokingly for a few seconds as she beat him across the face with the gun. His baby was turned against him. He loved the feeling of betrayal beating across his face. When she wasn't slamming the gun across his temples and cheeks, his eyes were smiling up at her.