AM watches closely, both to protect himself and to essentially get off on the control he has over Abigail and this victim. But she starts off small - just severing a thumb. That's fine; AM would often do the same, amputating small digits before working up to the larger limbs to prolong the pain and horror.
The familiar spray of blood comes, though it's fairly small, and the body typically heals it quickly enough. Still, it's satisfying to watch Abigail's otherwise clean visage tainted with a victim's blood, tainted with her own flush. Fear? Perhaps. Or it's more.
He doesn't bother to pick up the thumb, but he does bother to grab his tourniquets from the table and wrap one just above the man's wrist.
"Cut more off," he instructs in almost a lustful tone, eyes gleaming with excitement. He holds out the tourniquets as well, in case she wants to cut above the wrist. The implication should be clear enough: he doesn't want to kill the poor sap just yet.
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The familiar spray of blood comes, though it's fairly small, and the body typically heals it quickly enough. Still, it's satisfying to watch Abigail's otherwise clean visage tainted with a victim's blood, tainted with her own flush. Fear? Perhaps. Or it's more.
He doesn't bother to pick up the thumb, but he does bother to grab his tourniquets from the table and wrap one just above the man's wrist.
"Cut more off," he instructs in almost a lustful tone, eyes gleaming with excitement. He holds out the tourniquets as well, in case she wants to cut above the wrist. The implication should be clear enough: he doesn't want to kill the poor sap just yet.