*Smiles darkly when she cries out, leaning against the wall next to her. His face near hers* See what happens when you’re a little bitch, Faithy?
*smirks as she twists Faith’s hair tighter around her hand, yanking it cruelly* She enjoyed that.
-winces as she twists her hair, her voice sounding rough- Fuck you Angelus.
-groans as he presses his thumb into the wound, laughing darkly again- He can’t. He never has.
*smiles* Make her scream, Daddy…
*He keeps his eyes on her face as he goes to the stab wound on her stomach, slowly pressing his thumb into the healing...