Alessa shrugged as she continued twisting his arm, but never quite getting it to the breaking point. When she got bored of that she stopped, but immediately went ahead with twisting his other arm, but making sure not to break it. She could tell that he was in a lot of pain, and the idea didn't bother her one bit. In her mind, everyone needed to suffer at some point. And Alessa was being merciful on him.
It's not like she was taking him to Silent Hill.
Soon after she got bored with twisting his arm, and stopped. Now she wasn't too sure what to do, as cutting him up had gotten just a little boring. Her mind focused on the walls, and she created the illusion of blood slowly dripping down them. And soon enough she got one last final idea. She walked up to Xander, and placed her hands against his the palms of his hands. Immediately her hands begin to grow hotter and hotter, until they were about as hot as a piece of red hot iron. She kept them there, until she could feel some of his skin, and a little bit of flesh peeling away.
Then she let go, and smiled. "You're so much fun, Xander!"