"Oh? Is that why?" he smiled and some of the other servants shrunk more into themselves. They knew what they smile meant and would rather not get caught in whatever was about to happen next.<br/><br/>"Alejandro!" Az called, the human male quick as ever appeared at his Master's side.<br/><br/>"Yes, Master?"<br/><br/>"Get my knife," eyes ever on the<span style="font-style: italic">thing</span>before him, his hand held out for the knife that he requested.<br/><br/>Alejandro needed no more guidance or information to know exactly which<span style="font-style: italic">knife</span>he wanted. Though his Master had an extensive collection every knife had it's own purpose. Given the look on his face and how the woman was dressed he could guess what the knife would be used for this lesson. Gone for merely a few moments, he returned with the knife in hand careful to place the handle into the waiting palm of his Master.<br/><br/>Strong fingers grasp about the handle of the<a class="postlink" href="http://vikingwholesale.com/catalog/images/UC1405%20ON%20STAND.jpg">knife</a>, before Az stood from the table. Slow, measured steps were taken toward the waiting thing, his eyes ever on its face while he regarded it coolly. "Your other dress was a mess, because you are a mess. You are a filthy disgusting creature whose worth and value have yet to be determined," his voice was cool, calm and nearly devoid of any true emotion. "Do you like the dress?"<br/><br/>Question asked without waiting for an answer as the knife was brought forth to slice through the material across her abdomen. The keen blade cut through the fabric with ease and even drew just a bit of blood. Over and over he sliced at the dress, over and over he cut away the fine material until it fell to tatters on the floor.<br/><br/>"You get nothing until you earn it," he whispered to her, eyes now darkened with demonic power as his gaze bore into her own. "Want something to eat?" Again the question was asked without him meaning to have her answer. A finger snap later and a bowl was produce, filled with what could have been oatmeal for how it looked. "Here," he set the bowl on the floor. "Eat," he instructed as he returned to his seat to watch her.