In one of the dungeons, AM puts several hooks through one of his victims, hanging them up by it as they scream in pain. It would be a terrible sight for anyone to walk in on, but for AM it's absolute bliss. This is what he has missed for so long. Two years in prison, plus nearly two years in jail and on trial, and he has not been able to torture anyone like this. Oh sure, he could get in fights in prison, and he has roughed plenty up. But this is on a far different level.
The man is missing several fingers and toes, and even one eye, AM having chopped them off in his own amusement. He could stand to lose more, perhaps. But right now, as he hangs by hooks, AM presses an electric prod to his skin, causing him to jolt and spasm. The metal of the hooks attracts the electricity as well, exacerbating those wounds.
But after he stops and there is a lull in the noise, he hears footsteps outside. Oh dear. His waitstaff aren't allowed down here, first of all, and second of all, he surely hopes a victim hasn't escaped. But then there's the third option...
"Excuse me for a moment," he tells his victim rather politely, before opening up the door behind him.
"...Abigail?" Of all the people, it's her. That innocent young girl whom AM saw as easily corruptible. But in terms of innocence, AM looks exactly the opposite. He wears an apron over his clothes, all of which are soaked in blood. And clearly it's not his own blood.
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The man is missing several fingers and toes, and even one eye, AM having chopped them off in his own amusement. He could stand to lose more, perhaps. But right now, as he hangs by hooks, AM presses an electric prod to his skin, causing him to jolt and spasm. The metal of the hooks attracts the electricity as well, exacerbating those wounds.
But after he stops and there is a lull in the noise, he hears footsteps outside. Oh dear. His waitstaff aren't allowed down here, first of all, and second of all, he surely hopes a victim hasn't escaped. But then there's the third option...
"Excuse me for a moment," he tells his victim rather politely, before opening up the door behind him.
"...Abigail?" Of all the people, it's her. That innocent young girl whom AM saw as easily corruptible. But in terms of innocence, AM looks exactly the opposite. He wears an apron over his clothes, all of which are soaked in blood. And clearly it's not his own blood.