Alastair chuckled. "Both," he said, readjusting the cuff around her wrist. After all, it was breaking her mind that was so enjoyable here, he was discovering a new appreciation for the talking and the mind games when the bodies so often gave out before the torture had gone on very long.
"As for Sam, just think of how you left him. Drunk, broken, barely able to take care of himself to the point he needed his little demon bitch to look after him. Shouldn't take more than a few hours to catch him. Of course, you won't see each other right away, we'll have to welcome him properly, but eventually, if you're a good girl, I'll let you see him."
He reached over and picked up a regular knife. Those cuts mended eventually, thanks to the gift of demonic power mingling with the host body, but they were no less painful to inflict when done properly.
"Tell me, Ruby," he said, moving the blade in shallow cuts across her arm. "When you're at the breaking point, ready to get off the table and take up torturing again, between Sam and the angel, who would you sacrifice to your blade?"
He laid a finger against her mouth, waiting to see if she snapped at it. He would move it away in time to avoid being bitten, of course, but if she still had the fire to spit, she likely still had the fire to bite. "And none of that 'he's an angel' business. He's in a body just the same as you or I, and I can trap him in his as I trapped you in yours. He'll be here soon as well. So, which will it be Ruby? Would you rather it be the angel or the demon-blooded human that you torture first after breaking? You have to choose, or I'll pick your choice right out of your head."