[ There it is, just what she was after. Not the breaking point, but a breaking point; a button to push that may as well have been a live wire.
The way he screams takes her back briefly to the first time. She'd been too focused on the task at hand to note any kind of enjoyment, of course, but the deep darkness in her had been thrilled by it. Such raw pain, such ferocity, like the very soul was crying out for mercy. Once she experienced it in person she was surprised not by how he managed to break a droid that was specifically built for such situations. Even non-Force sensitives were capable of peculiar feats.
As Kylo stands there, watching and feeling the absolute anguish he's in, she only barely restrains the urge to twist the knife and make a larger wound. She wants to hurt him, but not truly cripple him. He's not done anything to merit that, yet. Besides, it simply wouldn't do for her to ruin one or both of his hands before she's taken full advantage of having the famed "best pilot" under her control.
Absently, she realizes her thirst for inflicting pain and bloodshed must be relatively satisfied, to so willingly hold herself back in the moment.
It's another minute or two before she pulls the knife out, and she eyes the bloody blade, almost like admiring her handiwork, before focusing on him. Despite her restraint there's a part of her that wants to drive the knife into him again, to stab him and listen to his screams echoing off the walls. She shouldn't, but that part of her would love nothing more. Destruction could be so satisfying. Instead she slips the knife back in her belt so she isn't tempted to use it again.
Assuming he hasn't passed out from the pain by this point, she lifts her hand to invite unconsciousness to take his tormented mind, her rational mind winning out this time and knowing it best not to torture him further lest she do something she can't completely undo.
And if he has passed out while she was busy reigning herself in, she'll simply stroke his hair a moment, looking upon him as she considers the plans she yet has in store for him. ]
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The way he screams takes her back briefly to the first time. She'd been too focused on the task at hand to note any kind of enjoyment, of course, but the deep darkness in her had been thrilled by it. Such raw pain, such ferocity, like the very soul was crying out for mercy. Once she experienced it in person she was surprised not by how he managed to break a droid that was specifically built for such situations. Even non-Force sensitives were capable of peculiar feats.
As Kylo stands there, watching and feeling the absolute anguish he's in, she only barely restrains the urge to twist the knife and make a larger wound. She wants to hurt him, but not truly cripple him. He's not done anything to merit that, yet. Besides, it simply wouldn't do for her to ruin one or both of his hands before she's taken full advantage of having the famed "best pilot" under her control.
Absently, she realizes her thirst for inflicting pain and bloodshed must be relatively satisfied, to so willingly hold herself back in the moment.
It's another minute or two before she pulls the knife out, and she eyes the bloody blade, almost like admiring her handiwork, before focusing on him. Despite her restraint there's a part of her that wants to drive the knife into him again, to stab him and listen to his screams echoing off the walls. She shouldn't, but that part of her would love nothing more. Destruction could be so satisfying. Instead she slips the knife back in her belt so she isn't tempted to use it again.
Assuming he hasn't passed out from the pain by this point, she lifts her hand to invite unconsciousness to take his tormented mind, her rational mind winning out this time and knowing it best not to torture him further lest she do something she can't completely undo.
And if he has passed out while she was busy reigning herself in, she'll simply stroke his hair a moment, looking upon him as she considers the plans she yet has in store for him. ]