[It happens just like she remembers. The writhing and contortion of limbs and torso, the obvious agony that shows through his body even if he doesn't seem to scream. The writhing is entertaining, she'll admit, as she rips the meat off the bone of the steak, cleaning it completely before it's broken between her teeth for the marrow inside.
The thud of Elias' body onto the ground from the sofa doesn't concern her as he passes out before her. This is simply the natural process of things. By the time Elias comes to enough time has passed that Diva's finished off her dinner, the takeout boxes sitting empty on the tiled floor. His stirring alerts her as she puts aside her device, crawling over to him, still in her semi-undressed state. It's there she squats, peering over his form, tucking a few strands of her hair behind her ear. He's clammy looking and doesn't look too well, but that will pass. At least he's conscious.
A hand with sticky fingers reaches out to pat him on the cheek. She doesn't seem too concerned.]
Amshel usually made those I turned drink water to make them feel better. Would you like a glass?
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The thud of Elias' body onto the ground from the sofa doesn't concern her as he passes out before her. This is simply the natural process of things. By the time Elias comes to enough time has passed that Diva's finished off her dinner, the takeout boxes sitting empty on the tiled floor. His stirring alerts her as she puts aside her device, crawling over to him, still in her semi-undressed state. It's there she squats, peering over his form, tucking a few strands of her hair behind her ear. He's clammy looking and doesn't look too well, but that will pass. At least he's conscious.
A hand with sticky fingers reaches out to pat him on the cheek. She doesn't seem too concerned.]
Amshel usually made those I turned drink water to make them feel better. Would you like a glass?