Tobys cabin

[Jamie D'vart]

Dread swamps Jamie's body even before he opens his eyes. Not at the thought of Toby --  not at not quite remembering where he is -- but at the fact that some little voice inside him has noticed something and it's pleased and he doesn't know why or what it noticed but that's never good. He cracks open one eye and realizes right away what it must have been -- the scent of blood. 

He sits upright, eyes wide. "Sir!"

[Toby]

Shit I forgot about the kid "Jamie you might want to go outside for a walk. This is going to get messy." I say coldly as the hunter now suspended from the rafters wimpers as I cut his shirt open gazing the the bruising flesh

[Jamie D'vart]

He's going to eat him!

Jamie stays rooted to the spot, staring. 

[Toby]

He likes this I smile at him and nod I feel my erection twitch as he watches. I cut the hunters pants and boxers of so he too is naked. "Tova it's your choice he shot you. Yay or nay?" I shout running my hands over his flesh breathing in his put red scent. "Nay." She shouts from the bathroom. And I grin. "It's my lucky day then." I purr

I walk to the trunk at the foot of my bed and unlock it reaching in and pulling out a leather roll before crossing to the table and unfurling it to reveal and army of instruments.

"For the crim of hunting a wearwolf pack for their pelts, I scentanc you to death...Jamie last chance to leave." I growl

[Jamie D'vart]

"What are..." he whispers, throat dry, but if he gets up he's going to go to the man who smells so delicious and scared and he's going to-- god only knows what. The situation is Out Of Control, officially. 

[Toby]

"You can help if you want" I say picking up a gleaming scalpel "as for what I'm going to do to him, well, I'm going to make him suffer, then I'm going to kill him, then I'll leave him in the woods for the scavengers to find." And with that I flick my wrist and draw a quick clean cut across the hunters shoulders. Blood springing toward and the scream blossoming with it

[Jamie D'vart]

Jamie felt dizzy at the sight of the blood. His vision blurred, doubled. So he grabbed onto the blanket with both hands and remained perfectly, silently, still. 

[Toby]

I completely forget my mate as the scent of blood over takes me. There's no anger in this. It's cold a calculating. Each cut, arch hit, each chunk of flesh torn off, it's a symphony it's art he is my sculpture and I the master artist. 36 years of enhanced intarogation skills coming to aid my love of pain and death. A few hours later he's gone and Tova cuts him down and leaves "take a shower boss" she says walking out the door and I chuckle

"You like the show?" I ask darkly

[Jamie D'vart]

Jamie shakes his head, the first motion he's made. He looks pale, sick. But there's a glint in his eyes, and they look... unnerving. Deeper than a well, sparkling like an emerald, something. Something just not quite right. 

[Toby]

I know that look. I've trained enough killers to know it. He liked it and he's scared. I walk over to him and smile "it's ok. I liked it too. You can touch it if you want" I say reaching out a blood soaked hand to him "it's ok" I whisper

[Jamie D'vart]

Jamie gives a little shriek, scrambling back, away from Toby. 

[Toby]

"I'm not going to hurt you Jamie. And neither will the blood. It's just blood you can paint with it you know..." I tail off shaking my head "fine I'll go wash off then maybe you'll talk to me." I huff turning to leave

[Jamie D'vart]

Paint. I should paint. I have to paint this. 

When Toby gets back, Jamie is lost in his painting, the canvas facing the wall so nobody can peep over his shoulder, his brush moving and moving. His eyes are closed. That's weird, right?

[Toby]

He's gorges. I stand there watching him till he's done. He paints in a trance and I can't help but wonder what he's painted. Once his eyes open I move to the bed "can I see" I say huskily. Tugging on a clean pair of boxers and some shorts

[Jamie D'vart]

Jamie's contented smile falters. "I don't... think taht''s a good idea."