Sasha went next to Sam and brought a hand to her cheek, clearing the tear away. She looked at Dave with fake indignation. "See what you did now? You made my best friend cry. You should be ashamed of yourself!" In truth she knew Sam could handle it, and it's not like Dave would ever be able to hurt her anymore. After what he was about to suffer here, she would make it very clear that any further act on his part would involve even more pain.<br/><br/>She went back to his chair and leaned its back. The chair was similar to a dentist chair, with a lever on the side to lean it down, all the way to a laying position. She put a hand on his chest, caressing it and feeling his skin, and with the other, she traced lines across his neck, in a somewhat threatening manner, as if she was planning to slit his throat. "You see Dave, I've always thought a good amount of pain and pleasure is needed for a good punishment. What shall we start with, the pain or pleasure? Or perhaps.. both?"<br/><br/>