Blood splashed the cold cement floor at Amelia's feet with the spray of droplets hitting her red leather as they fell. The tinkling of blood down the drawn was only slightly audible but was a sound that Amelia could easily recognize. She would carefully watch Jaden's skin color to make sure it didn't become too bone white to where she lacked any blood at all, but by Jaden's movements, she could tell that the elf could still stand to loose a little more blood.

At the attempt of the Agiel being kicked out of Amelia's hand, irritation washed over her though her expresssion never seemed to change from her beautiful, platonic stare. "The only thing you just accomplished for yourself was even more pain." Amelia yanked on the slaves hair and pulled her head back as Amelia stared down at the elf through malevolent purple eyes. "I suggest that you don't move when I place my Agiel on the side of your head... Otherwise you will be paralyzed from the neck down, and die." With one final yank of the hair to hold Jaden in place, Amelia placed the tip of her Agiel upon Jaden's temple which was the most painful think imaginable. In fact, Amelia in the past, has slaves that purposefully moved just to end their own suffering for they had rather accepted death than to allow the pain to continue on for what would seem like an eternity. Amelia always loved the screams, almost to a point of craving them, whenever Amelia placed the Agiel on the most sensitive of areas.