Abigail swallows heavily, hoping to chase away her nerves, but they just coil in the pit of her stomach. This was the last chance she had to back out, though she knows it would damage their budding friendship and alienate her from one of the people she was relying on to protect her in prison. But it was easier to tell herself that she had no choice, just as she'd done with the girls she helped her father murder, than to admit that a part of her was more than a little curious and excited to experience this.

The man hanging from the hooks casts a desperate glance at her as she steps over the threshold into AM's sanctuary, silently pleading with her to make the pain stop. Abigail finds she can't meet his gaze, it's just too human. Instead she turns her attention to the tools on display, picking up one after the other and turning them over in her hands to get a feel for them, before glancing back to AM.

"I'm not really sure where to start. I haven't done anything quite like this before. What do you suggest?"