Relaxing

Figured I would do something a little different this time.

We have a guest here for the evening but I’m not going to lay a hand on him

Don’t worry, I’m not leaving the company neglected. Fell is playing hostess this time.

It’s been ages since I’ve just sat back and watched her work

So here I am, comfortably stretched out on the ground; typing away while she plays her game

Heh… the game isn’t going to last long if she keeps up like that though. She should really let the poor boy breathe a bit more. Ah, she does so like to leave them breathless. She tells him that the rope around his neck suits him well… though she put it in much more colourful terms. I do agree with her appraisal, but I don’t think he shares that opinion.

I want to join in but I won’t

This one is hers

Don’t feel too bad for him, dears. He had just finished stomping on someone else when we got our hands on him.

Oooh Fell just fetched her tomahawk

Heh… He screams beautifully for someone who was acting so tough

At least his hands are free now. Granted, they are no longer attached to him but, you know, small victories.

She looks so lovely, streaked with his blood

I just know he’ll make a great meal once she’s through with him. I’d love to taste his blood. I think I’ll try cooking him with cider and sage… mm that sounds good … Figure if I’m not going to take part in the kill, I will enjoy the aftermath

I’m impressed that he is still struggling at this point. He’s still trying to push himself away and kick with his one remaining leg.

Oooooh I so want to tell her to switch to more subtle means… prolong the suffering but that’s my style not hers. I won’t interfere.

There we go. It’s done. Time to get cooking