Sasha didn't look impressed by Dave's newly found strength. "What makes you think this wasn't the goal all along? To get you to admit to it, and to what you did with them?" She casually walked to the table and picked up a scary looking knife, with a wooden handle and two curved blades attached to it.<br/><br/>She came back to Dave and caressed his shoulders with it, without putting any pressure, but the blades could definitively be felt and were quite sharp. "But while Sam may be fine with explanations, I'm more interested in seeing you scream more."<br/>