Shadow slid the door closed behind her, the latch securing it into place as she made her way down the stairs and into the basement, this short trip was always like some perverse mantra for her… as though the moment the door closed behind her, she was able to leave the mask of normality at its threshold, and each step downwards she took was a step deeper into herself.  As she reached the base of the stairs, her nostrils flared and she felt her eyes stinging at the powerful reek that hung in the room…<br/><br/>She quirked a brow to him, as she entered the room… her eyes taking in the wretched sight of his body caked in the spill of dried blood, sweat and yellowing piss which stained the metal between his thighs… “One of us needs a shower... and I don’t think it is me…”<br/><br/>Shadow ran her fingers across the seared stumps of his legs, exploring the dead meat… in her mind she could almost see the very expression on Thorn’s face as she cut through flesh and eschewed bone, the fine spray having hit across her across her face, the glistening crimson highlighting the madness that would flicker in her eyes…. Shadow smiled softly as the scene played out in her mind.<br/><br/>Slowly she walked across to the incinerator… there was a procedure, there always was, this was part of how they had been so able to hide from suspicion and indulge their naked desires… She flicked the switch and felt the soft churning rumble as the heat began to increase as the flames started to take hold against the flesh held within.  “Have you ever read the book… ‘A Farewell to Arms’?” she inquired, almost innocently as she walked across to him… she reached his side and brushed her fingers across his face and softly ran them across his forehead already beaded with sweat… "How are you this morning..."<br/>