After he had finished with the long, drawn-out, and bloody process, Caedus decided that Alema had been sufficiently punished for the moment. Any more, and she was likely to fall unconscious, and what would be the point of continuing her punishment if she wasn't aware of what was happening to her?
Caedus reached out with his hand, and gripped her throat. Using sheer physical strength, he kept her in the air. "You only say that because your life is in my hand. But don't worry, Alema. You'll mean that with all your heart soon."
With that, he slammed her into the freight train using sheer muscle, and let her drop to the ground. Planting his foot at her neck, at that precise point between skull and body that, with a little pressure, would pop her pretty little head off her body, he issued orders. "You will remain there, without moving, face in the dirt, until my people come for you. You will not stand, kneel, or do anything besides lie there. You will not disobey their instructions, and you do exactly what they tell you to do. You will not leave until they say you can leave. And you will obey my orders."
With that, he turned his back, and began to leave. He reached into his shirt, pulled out a cell phone, and quietly called his corporate flunkies and issued precise instructions as to where, what, and why.