He just stares at me. Dodgy, that is. I mean, when I'm torturing him or about to, he's all jokes and flirting, but when I'm sitting here on the cold cement floor, typing away... he just stares at me. It's annoying. Does he want to blog? Well, he can't because all his fingers are broken. Ha!
I feel bad for Heri and Seraphina. I can't spend as much time with them because I can't leave Dodgy. Someone might come and kill him while I'm working down the hall; so I have to work on each one where the others can see. That's not fair to them. Our sessions should be private... like doctor patient privileges.
At least most of what I'm doing with Heri now is in his head, so less potential embarrassment for him. Seraphina is confused by our stillness though. She begs me to stop when I torture her, telling me she'll be good. She's got the wrong idea, either from trying to escape and being punished or watching me and Heri. Dodgy watches too, and I resent him for it. He doesn't belong here. He's not one of us.
Except, I don't know... I really want to explain everything to him. I want to plead our case, make him understand that his "master" is a MONSTER. It's wrong but... Dodgy makes me feel shy and self-conscious. Maybe it's all that over the top flirting. If he was actually in a male body right now, I'd be tempted to geld him (thank-you Wolfie for putting the thought into my head heh). He told me he liked my mask earlier, and I just about dropped my scalpel. That's not professional.
Why can't he just scream and beg like a normal person?