His eyes narrowed. Damien could read his master like a book. As a butler though, wasn't that his job? "There is no need to feel concerned about me, my Lady. I simply wish to become more presentable in your gaze. As for the enemies of Croffin, do not think I won't hesitate to rip them apart in the bloodiest manner shown to men!" He declared such a statement like a king. "My species glorified in the art of such deeds."

Species? This was new. The first time he had mentioned more like him in general. Just what was he exactly anyway? A demon? Some kind of being from another world?

"Yes...my kind were labeled as the bloodiest of servants..."

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Vincent's perverse smile widened as she verbally approved and accepted her punishment. Getting up from the bed, he entered the other room to fetch the much needed supplies for such an ordeal. When he returned, he held within his grip long coils of rope and his signature black revolver.

He spared no time in quickly binding his maid, knotting her wrists and ankles altogether. As expected, she neither protested or struggled. Laying atop her now, eyes shining widely, he brought the gun up and began tracing it across her cheek and neck.

"You really are beautiful Selene," he murmured. "But it's your powers that intrigue me the most." Cocking the gun, he pointed it right at her head. "I could pull the trigger, right here and now, but you would just regenerate your brain."

He aimed at her chest next. "What about here? A bit more messy, but you can still heal yourself, right?" He then lodged the barrel into her mouth, forcing it open. "And here....your species is truly marvelous Selene." 

Without another word, Vincent pulled the trigger.

A loud bang vibrated off the walls of the small hotel. Nothing. It was a blank cartridge. Placing the gun on the dresser, Vincent produced a fresh knife instead.

"As if I'd ever waste a shot on a failure like you," he said coldly. He struck once on her exposed cheek and watched the inhuman blood seep outward with fascination.