[He's sick of the snide looks and the cheeky asides and the taunts. Chris is Slevin's warden; he deserves respect, especially for the fact that he holds the man's very life in his hands. Slevin is his to do with what he likes, and that his inmate can't seem to comprehend that concept irks Chris in the core of his rotten soul.
He's jealous of how Slevin seems to fear Cassel and not him, and he's jealous of Cassel's powers; he can cause just as much pain as his boyfriend can, if given half the chance. The palm of his hand presses tight against Slevin's forehead, keeping his head locked in position as he stares down at the man's exposed cheekbone. He'll give up Slevin to Cassel in a minute. But not yet.
Not until he hears him scream.]
Open wide, shithead.
[The drill whirrs to life, and immediately begins to bore a bloody red hole into the center of Slevin's cheek.]
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He's jealous of how Slevin seems to fear Cassel and not him, and he's jealous of Cassel's powers; he can cause just as much pain as his boyfriend can, if given half the chance. The palm of his hand presses tight against Slevin's forehead, keeping his head locked in position as he stares down at the man's exposed cheekbone. He'll give up Slevin to Cassel in a minute. But not yet.
Not until he hears him scream.]
Open wide, shithead.
[The drill whirrs to life, and immediately begins to bore a bloody red hole into the center of Slevin's cheek.]