[When the blood begins to flow Beatrix slows down. They have no reason to hurry, after all, and there is a sense of peaceful correctness that comes as she slowly works on disassembling Anya's body. The screams, whimpers, and pleading that pours forth from her mouth are not of interest to her; mercy has never had any place on this Barge, and never will. She breaks a finger, twists it so the bones will have to each be set back in place; it doesn't even look like a digit anymore by the time she's finished.]
Is that all you have to say?
[Then there's the pounding on the door, the sound of Winchester yelling at her to leave Anya alone, and Beatrix freezes out of pure disbelief. Anya, broken and bloodied and suffering not nearly as much as the inmates she lords her power over, is about as much cause for alarm as Cecil tripping over a shoelace, and she does not understand his concern.]
Have you gone insane, Winchester? [She digs her nails into Anya's eyeball, again, slow. Her fingertips are rough as she squeezes, waiting for the vitreous humor to ooze out of it while it remains in the socket.] Go be a hero for the people who need to be saved!
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Date: 2013-10-27 11:23 pm (UTC)Is that all you have to say?
[Then there's the pounding on the door, the sound of Winchester yelling at her to leave Anya alone, and Beatrix freezes out of pure disbelief. Anya, broken and bloodied and suffering not nearly as much as the inmates she lords her power over, is about as much cause for alarm as Cecil tripping over a shoelace, and she does not understand his concern.]
Have you gone insane, Winchester? [She digs her nails into Anya's eyeball, again, slow. Her fingertips are rough as she squeezes, waiting for the vitreous humor to ooze out of it while it remains in the socket.] Go be a hero for the people who need to be saved!