Re: Needy
Perhaps Needy would have been able to make an efficient escape if not for the pair of eyes that were glued upon her struggling form. Alastair was standing just out of sight, quietly cleaning the blood from the blade of one of his most prized knives. He had been waiting for her to wake. The girl had been sleeping for quite some time now - in fact, she had missed out on some of the other torture sessions. It was quite the shame. Alastair rather enjoyed it when he had people to talk to after. Constructive criticism was a pleasant thing to hear, after all.
"I do like it when you scream," he admitted, turning the knife over in his hands. "Louder and louder. Makes a good impression on the rest of the company." He moved over to the table she was sprawled across, examining her body. Now, where was he going to begin? The fingers? Her stomach? Hmm. Decisions, decisions.