She watched with the faint inklings of a smile across her lips as he rose as best he could, he made for a luridly perverse sight with his remaining flickering eye and wash of blood, and his legs that had been shorn off just above the ankles, his feet likely having been reduced to little more than unrecognisable charnel by now in the incinerator.  Amidst this his manhood seemed to have more than a spark of life left in it, this bought her some small amusement as she watched it flicker…<br/><br/>“Well, we are going to need the table free, so…” she looked around, there were a number of options available and they had a few other ‘toys’ they would often employ… her eyes smiled when she thought of the best place for him.  At the far side secured to the wall sat a frame in the shape of an ‘X’, it had been a mainstay of some earlier bondage sessions but now had found a resurgence in its life as a method of restraint and torture. “We need to get you over there… somehow.”<br/><br/>She drew her gaze back to him… and pondered, though depriving him of his feet was a perfect method of ensuring he would remain here in the basement, it presented her with a slight problem in moving him, as unless she was in the grip of the darkness that leeched through her mind Shadow was hardly the strongest of people… and as Thorn has slipped away early she couldn’t enlist her assistance… she bit her lip from asking him if he could walk across to it himself and instead stood close to the side of the table and softly offered to aid him in the few paces that it would take to get to the other side of the room…<br/>