we're always running scared but holding knives
"She can make as much as she likes - no one is coming in this room with you unescorted and without my say so," Isla says mildly in return, and were they not in this current and horrific situation, she might have made a crude joke about it. Alas, it doesn't seem appropriate when using sharp scissors to cut off sweat, blood and piss soaked clothes. "Tonight it is to keep you calm, and to help regulate your heartrate and your blood pressure," she says, stripping off the last of his clothing and tossing them down by the door.
"And I don't find it unnerving when you stop - it frightens me. I worry that you've died, and after the evening so far, I'd quite like the reassurance that you are still with us," she continues. Out of his eyeline, Isla is rinsing something out, and when she returns it's to press a warm, damp cloth against his chest to begin cleaning him up. "And only yesterday you were suggesting I do this by hand," she remarks. "And even if there were remote locks, I'm not leaving you in here by yourself tonight, Remi."
"And I don't find it unnerving when you stop - it frightens me. I worry that you've died, and after the evening so far, I'd quite like the reassurance that you are still with us," she continues. Out of his eyeline, Isla is rinsing something out, and when she returns it's to press a warm, damp cloth against his chest to begin cleaning him up. "And only yesterday you were suggesting I do this by hand," she remarks. "And even if there were remote locks, I'm not leaving you in here by yourself tonight, Remi."
Isla
