[quote=@Fionraella] Ptelea whimpers softly at his words, shivering at the cold metal on her cheek. Doubt crosses her eyes and she flinches at the cut on her cheek. A few more tears roll down her cheeks. She looks at the old man and bites her lip, sniffling. "He..."She frowns, trying to justify her brother's actions. Her lip trembles. "Rosey's a good person..." She says uncertainly, before looking away, confused. "But..Rosey didn't stop you from hurting me..." She closes her eyes, shaking her head. "Rosey loves me, right?" She looks at the old man worriedly. "Rosey loves me lots..." Ambrose paces outside the elevator, his heart racing as he thinks of all the torture his sister must be going through. He groans and kicks a wall angrily. [/quote] "Does he love you? Does he?" The Boss gently cuts her other cheek. "If he loves you, then how could he let this all happen to you!" He squeezes one of the cuts. "Why is this here?" He pulls at the wires, tightening them slightly. "Why are you losing your ability to walk with every passing second?" He then squeezes her injured wrist. "Why does it hurt when I do this?!" In a manner of seconds he slams the scalpel he's holding right in the middle of her uninjured hand. The force is so great the instrument goes cleanly through her hand to the other side. "Why did you have to feel that?" The elevator gives a peaceful ding and slides open. The guard grabs Ambrose by the arm and pulls him in quickly, hitting one of the buttons for a higher floor.