Brom walked back over and reached to once more stroke the elf's hair as she gazed at him.  "That's a good pet," he said as if speaking to an animal, "Such a good little pet."<br/><br/>He turned his gaze to Felicity.  "She wants to play," he said softly, "Tell her she can."  What play might mean to such a warped creature he intentionally left unsaid as he moved to place his hands back upon the wheel and with the creaking of leather and the clicking of metal he once more began to pull at her body, straining it slowly past its breaking point and wondering which part of her would give first to relieve the relentless stretching.