Alastair didn't need her to look at him, as he seemed content to slowly circle her and the table, leaning in occasionally to inspect her work, murmuring in either dissatisfaction or approval.
When her first 'toy' was too abused to continue with, Alastair had another brought. Then another. All throughout it, other than the brief order to switch out the victim, he said nothing, as the ambiance lent itself to his quiet. Better to hear the moans and then the screams. It was good. Or bad, depending on the terminology.
People were breaking around him and Ruby was getting a taste of Hell and it would all play according to plan. It was 'good'.
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