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Alastair actually began to laugh soon after Andrea successfully kneed him in the groin. Maybe he'd have been more concerned about it if this was actually his own body - maybe it would have hurt more - but he didn't seem to be all that phased by it. Yes, he did double over long enough for Andrea to slip away, but it was hardly enough to keep him down. No, no. She was going to have to try a lot harder than that. Grinning eerily, Alastair straightened up. That had hurt. The thing was, getting hurt by someone he was torturing always came off as pleasurable to him. Nothing was sweeter than pain, after all.
"Good." Alastair turned to look at her. "Very good." But, again, it wasn't good enough, now was it? Raising a hand, he began to reach for his abilities. She was strong. Unnaturally so. So was he. Yet he also had a bag of tricks that Andrea didn't have. Mentally pinning her to the wall just so happened to be one of them. He would have been more satisfied with a chair or table, but this would have to do for now. With another mental brush, he yanked the scalpel into the air and caught it with an air of pure expertise. He'd been doing this for centuries.
Andrea had no idea what she was in for, did she?
"You're still not screaming," he said, sounding quite critical. "Come on. You know you wanna."
The area he'd cut open seemed to serve as quiet the sensitive spot for the woman. He decided to bury the blade right back into the spot it had come from.