Regina watched.<br/><br/>She liked to watch; Batman's pain and Sarah's much more gentle handling both sent pleasurable tingles up and down her spine; but more than that, she felt that her close observation gave her a real edge when it came to them both. Even so tied up, held in the wonder that was the St Andrew's cross, there was so much that these two little birds told her. They sang, each in their way, and their song was music to her ears. Batman's scream was a symphony and she felt her own body respond to it. However, before that he had started to talk and so, once she had taken away the taser, Regina waited - and watched - until he recovered sufficiently that he would hear her. He was a resilient little vermin, so it didn't take long. As he did, she took hold of his chin, pushing his head back against the back of the cross.  Hard.<br/><br/>"You do not speak, pet, unless I allow it. If you speak then...," here, Regina thought about, pausing to consider. Then, she smiled. "If you speak, I will hurt one of them. My poor, tortured hero, you speak only when given permission."<br/><br/>Leaning forward, she whispered in his ear, "But you always, always, have permission to scream. You see how generous I am?" Her hand, which had not left his jaw, tensed and he felt the nails dig in. Then, she kissed him - hard and cruel lips pressed against his, sharp teeth bit into him just before she moved away.<br/><br/>Sarah watched all this with wide, almost disbelieving eyes. She was starting to come around a little, yet there was not much that she could do except watch and the innocent young heiress was still confused and rather out of it. When Regina licked her jawbone and then nibbled her earlobe, though, Sarah's eyes widened further. "Is he really Batman?" She whispered her question to Regina. Wide eyes looked at the woman who was holding them both captive and Regina smiled.<br/><br/>She knew the answer and Sarah looked at the Dark Knight and her eyes were swimming with deep emotion. She was confused and she wanted to stop and think, but Regina was giving her no time to do so. Chemicals still raced through her body and as Regina spoke, she felt fear adding to the already chaotic chemistry which was impacting her. Of course, both of them had been given a concoction of drugs while unconscious - nerve endings were more sensitive, they were both more receptive to both pleasure and pain as a result. Each tiny breath of Regina's on her neck caused her skin to raise in goosebumps.  "I don't want to feel any pain," she said, her voice quiet and low while shame reddened her cheeks. She was looking at Batman as she spoke, apologising to him. He was a hero, The Hero of Gotham and she knew that her own cowardice would mean that he was hurt more. But Sarah couldn't face what he was facing, she knew. Her body was alight, every nerve tingling.<br/><br/>And Regina watched.<br/><br/>There would be a part of this which involved breaking them both, she knew, and first - she had to have Sarah lose her faith in the Dark Knight. So, Regina turned to Batman. "Next,  I think, Batman will make a choice. Pain, my beautiful pet, is what I want to give. What I'm going to give. You get to decide, little pet. You or this little pretty?" She gestured to Sarah.<br/><br/>Again, she kissed him with a brutal, hard kiss which again ended with a bite - though this one drew blood. "Tell me, pet. Tell us all about how easily you were taken, about your weakness. If you please me with your words, with your respect, then the pain will be yours. If you do not please me. If you do not show proper respect?" The taser touched him again, just for a few seconds - just enough for him to scream. With a smile, Regina waited until she was sure he could hear. "If you do not live up to my demands, it will be you and her." Sarah's eyes widened, fearfully.