[Seeing Cassel work out of the corner of his eye, Chris at last pulls back the drill to avoid the thrashing from what's to come. He too is grinning in his manic, sadistic way that two years ago he could never imagine happening. The drill dripping, he watches in vile fascination. The whine of the drill dies down in his hand, and bits and pieces of Slevin's face fall from it to the carpet below.
Eagerness at seeing Cassel work over his inmate propel him forward to take a closer look. Chris was never one for common sense, and especially here.
The power cuts out. His head shoots up in alarm, chin tilted towards the ceiling as he's shrouded in total darkness.]
What the hell?
[And then the brightness, and the past, and nausea all rush up to meet him at once]
Spam
Eagerness at seeing Cassel work over his inmate propel him forward to take a closer look. Chris was never one for common sense, and especially here.
The power cuts out. His head shoots up in alarm, chin tilted towards the ceiling as he's shrouded in total darkness.]
What the hell?
[And then the brightness, and the past, and nausea all rush up to meet him at once]