Alessa's obsession with the word 'fuck' made Sal wonder how much it was actually on her mind. He wasn't one to think of people in a sexual manner, but even in her bizarre, commonly unappealing way, she was very sensual. He didn't doubt that she'd done any of those things. In fact, those lines were perhaps the most enticing ones he'd heard since she brought him to the church.
She sounded like him.
This time, when Alessa jabbed the shards of the plate into his body, Sal actually began to twitch. His body was already screaming in defeat and now it was shrieking in agony. Mentally, Sal could handle it, but his poor body was failing because of this.
"If you're waiting for me to cry 'Uncle', you'll never get it." He grinned, but even his mouth was betraying him. He clinged to the small satisfaction that if Alessa went to these lengths to punish him, he must have been a formidable threat. "Keep going, keep going."