Alexander glanced over towards Analyn as she was burying her face into his chest and shiver. The sense of fear wasn't new to him when he saw it in other people, he had seen it in many others. However he wasn't going to allow this man, Vincent, ever touch her again or even have a chance to do anything or have anything with her. He will have a fate worse than death, a life of doing nothing but watching from a window. He wouldn't even be able to walk, let alone wank. Left alone in the dungeon is his fate and all he could do is stare at a wall.<br/><br/>As they entered the castle he would continue to drag Vincent along the ground, blood leaving a trail behind them so that there was so much evidence. He didn't even stop to pick up the book he left on the steps and kept going. Eventually he stopped at what looked like a primitive laundry shoot of some kind. Lifting the man up, he smacked his head against the wall first before shoving him into the opening in the wall. There was a long way down, various spirals and twists before he would land in a pile of decaying wheat. From there he was taken by monsters and brought into the main dungeon and hung up to dry. They'd administer a low yield potion, but even that wasn't going to replace any of his missing body parts. All this did was stop the bleed and seal the wounds, making it so he wouldn't die of infection.<br/><br/>Alec would then silently lead Ana back to their room, gently rubbing her back with a rather stoic expression in his face.