[ Normally she might taunt that he could take their place, or that maybe he wanted a repeat of their early encounter, but she's not calmed enough for that. Instead her focus stays on the latest unlucky soul who might end up leaving alive but they wouldn't remain that way for long either way.
There aren't any gashes or jarring physical wounds, but their mind is already in a broken state from her dark touch. Trapped in a nightmare she's created for them as she roamed through their mind plucking out their fears and insecurities. In such times she can't help but wonder if fear could be fed on like how pain could fuel power, although granted said pain had to be her own. Something to experiment with the next time one of the holding cell blocks is full, perhaps.
Kylo doesn't even note when the troopers leave the room, all too eager to get away from their sadistic leader for a time. She does at last shift her attention though once she's satisfied with how deeply wrapped up the prisoner is in their own terror.
Lowering her arm, she turns as she looks over to where Poe's been restrained. Her gaze trails over him as she walks over, appraising but not in a sexual way. ]
You can yell yourself hoarse, it won't make a difference. [ As she stops to stand behind him, her hand still holding the blade lifts and she lightly prods at his lower back, aiming to cause discomfort more than actual hurt or to make him bleed. ] Though you do have quite a set of lungs on you, I'd expect you would have to yell or scream a good while before you lost your voice.
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There aren't any gashes or jarring physical wounds, but their mind is already in a broken state from her dark touch. Trapped in a nightmare she's created for them as she roamed through their mind plucking out their fears and insecurities. In such times she can't help but wonder if fear could be fed on like how pain could fuel power, although granted said pain had to be her own. Something to experiment with the next time one of the holding cell blocks is full, perhaps.
Kylo doesn't even note when the troopers leave the room, all too eager to get away from their sadistic leader for a time. She does at last shift her attention though once she's satisfied with how deeply wrapped up the prisoner is in their own terror.
Lowering her arm, she turns as she looks over to where Poe's been restrained. Her gaze trails over him as she walks over, appraising but not in a sexual way. ]
You can yell yourself hoarse, it won't make a difference. [ As she stops to stand behind him, her hand still holding the blade lifts and she lightly prods at his lower back, aiming to cause discomfort more than actual hurt or to make him bleed. ] Though you do have quite a set of lungs on you, I'd expect you would have to yell or scream a good while before you lost your voice.