The girl has been in a coma for a week. Severo's steal-tipped boot crushed most of the bones in her shoulder and shattered her clavicle. Pieces of bone lodge in her lungs and she almost suffocated to death on her own blood. But Alessio's vitae saved her.

Now, fully healed, she awakens strapped to a stone table, naked, in some dank basement. Now, her suffering can truly begin.

She is slightly groggy at first, but quickly becomes aware of her strange surrounds. She fights against her bonds, calling out for help. The strong leather that holds her does not budge. She cries for help are answered only by the distant drip of water and the soft scuttle of unseen rats.  

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She has been conscious for 3 days. She is hungry and cold. She has seen no one since she first awoke. She has spent most of her time in the room crying. Her throat is hoarse from screaming for help.

The sound of a metal bolt sliding open resonates through the room. A moment later, the door swings open and a thin, dark haired man enters. He is wearing a white, button up shirt and black slacks. His cuffs are rolled up and his shirt is half unbuttoned. Curiously, he is barefooted.

The moment he comes into view, the girl begins to plead for her life. Alessio zones it out, walking over to a small table in the far corner. He sets his briefcase down and opens it, taking out a decorative, jeweled dagger and an ipod. Normally, he would be listening to one of his records, but he had recieved the mp3 player as a Christmas present and felt inclined to try it out.
He sets it down on the table, next to the open briefcase. He takes out a large, smooth whetstone and begins sharping the dagger.

After a moment, he finished, putting the whetstone away. He tests the dagger's edge, running his thumb along the tip. Spinning on his heels, he approaches the woman. At some point during his preparation, her words had turned to tears. He hushes her, putting a finger over his mouth.

"What do you know of Gand?"

The girl, still sobbing looks at Alessio like hes insane.

'Gand? Gand is my boss... I dance at his club... Oh god.. Please just let me go..'

Alessio embraces patience.

"What about Alice White? What do you know of her?"

'Why are you doing this to me?...' The girl begins crying anew, tugging on her bonds pointlessly and weakly.

'Alice is Gands girlfriend.. or wife.. or something... She writes my checks... what do you want!?'

The girl suddenly shouts. Anger is one more step on the road to losing all hope.

"You are positive that you know nothing of either of them? This is the last time I am going to ask..."

Alessio runs the dagger's razor edge along the smooth curves of the girls stomach, drawing a thin line of blood.

2008-09-03 21:24:37 Alessio rolls 7 dice to Intimidation 10,3,1,8,5, 2,9 (2 successes)

Panic takes the girl again as he begins to cut at her. Its less the pain of his slicing and more the fear of how bad it will get...

'I dont know what you want... i dont know anything... I just work for them.. Oh god please let me go.. i wont tell anyone i swear!'

She begs. Its pitiful.

Alessio sighs to himself. Oh well, it was worth a try.

Walking back over to the table, he retrieves his ipod, placing the headphones in his ears. It takes him several aggravating moments to figure out how to work the damn thing, but he eventually gets it, selecting his Jean-Baptiste Lully playlist.

He walks towards the helpless girl, a grin on his lips, a gleam in his eyes and music in his ears.

As always, he takes him time, savoring the girl's terror. He flows with the notes, harmonizing the strokes of his dagger and the screams of her pain.

He manages to draw it out for over 5 hours. All and all, he is rather pleased by the evening, though his contempt for this infernal technology is complete. This digital sound has none of the raw nuances of his vinyl collection. Sure, its compact and he can order the songs so he never has to stop his work, but it lacks soul. He missed the way the sound of his gramophone would echo off the stone walls, mingling with the dying screams of his meal. No, this is definitely the last time he would be using this blasted contraption. He leaves the ipod in a pile of remains. Someone else will clean this mess up.

Wiping the blood and sweat from his brow and hands, Alessio heads upstairs. Though his apatite may be sated, his revenge is far from. He pulls out his cell phone and dials Severo.

"Get me the next one."  

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