It hadn't taken long in hell for Ruby to realize modesty was the least of her concerns, still she took the cloth strips managing as much as she could to look down on the vampire who was looking at the bleeding wounds with facination.
"You don't want to try that" she warned him, she'd rip his head off if he tried. "Vampires?, Alastair, aren't we better than that?"
She didn't turn round until the man she was supposed to break was carried in, she didn't think of him in terms of what he might have lost, she just knew she had to break him like Alastair had broken her, do that and she'd get back to Sam. She had to impress him.
She wasn't even really sorry. Not for the guy. She hadn't brought him here and it wasn't in her to feel guilt for what she had to do to a stranger, it would be for the greater good in the end. She was hurt, aching, but this guy was human. So it didn't take much strength to get him on the table and strap him in, taking her place. Alastair was circling, watching, but Ruby had to focus, If she killed the guy before he broke she might not get out of here. And she had to. She cast her gaze over the instruments of torture lying near her and chose to start as he had. A knife, shallow cuts, her eyes turning black knowing the psychological effects of being tortured by another demon, similar to the one who had done all this to him would be equally as breaking as anything she could do physically.
Ruby remembered this having done it to so many, so many times over.
The knife cut into the mans flesh, shallow as the blood started flowing, not much but enough to hurt, then she found something to make the wound sting. Not even looking over to Alastair as she worked. Not once.