Christian
Christian waited patiently as his wrists were clamped against the arms of a stainless steel chair.
"I believe you've had something like this before?" Jackson raised an eyebrow as he heated the blade of a kitchen knife until it was a glowing red.
"Not willingly," Christian shrugged, raising his own eyebrows.
"Yeah well..." Jackson began, making his way over.
"Don't think you're doing yourself a favour here either."
A woman behind Christian held his head still as Jackson placed the side of the blade to Christian's neck and shoulder. He flinched visibly, and hissed slightly.
"Now why did you do that?" Jackson enquired.
"What?" Christian squinted up at him.
"Flinch. Breath through your teeth."
"It happens to be a natural reaction smartass."
Jackson leant over him for a moment and held the tip of the blade to Christian's throat. He didn't so much as blink.
"The sooner you control that, the sooner we'll be done."
"It's going to take longer than those push ups I've been doing," Christian smirked.
"It'll be worth the effort," Jackson insisted, going to heat the blade again.
"And we need to work on blood loss. The sooner you can pull a knife from a stab wound in your chest and still attack at full strength, the sooner I'll be happy."
Christian shrugged as the woman ran her fingers along his shoulderblades, then down his chest to fiddle with his spider pendant.
Christian grinned watching her.
"You don't know how lucky you are," she whispered.
"I bet I don't," Christian sighed.