[Chris backs up, completely uncaring about Slevin's threats. That's all they are; empty, meaningless words by a surprisingly brave inmate. He retreats to his desk, where Slevin's file sits; this is the key, he knows.
Picking it up, he walks back over to Slevin, enjoying the lull just as much as the torture itself. Cassel will prevent things from getting boring, allowing him to focus on Slevin's face, his expressions, the way to gauge how close he is to turning rotten.
And he's close. Chris can feel it in the way the hatred burns bright and fierce]
Yeah, Slevin. Share it with the class. What are you gonna do to me?
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Picking it up, he walks back over to Slevin, enjoying the lull just as much as the torture itself. Cassel will prevent things from getting boring, allowing him to focus on Slevin's face, his expressions, the way to gauge how close he is to turning rotten.
And he's close. Chris can feel it in the way the hatred burns bright and fierce]
Yeah, Slevin. Share it with the class. What are you gonna do to me?