Jenna let out an involuntary gasp, taken aback by Will's sudden professionally aloof tone. Anger burned within herself, but she knew the chains were going to hold her until he decided to let her loose, if he did. She knew one thing for certain: she didn't want to die strapped to that table. Nor did she want to endure whatever he had planned, but she would in hopes that he would make another mistake that she could use to her advantage.
"I think she should lose that pretty little leg for what she did," Dina sneered from her position across the room.
"No," Jenna said shakily, not surprised when her voice came out with panic seeping into her tone.
Will simply shook his head. "I'm tired of hearing that word, Jenna. It seems that that's all I've heard from you since we met. In fact, until you start saying yes to me, I feel as though we can't move forward in our relationship as planned."
"Will, this is crazy," Jenna pleaded.
He nodded solemnly. "Yes, I suppose you would see it that way. I knew you could never appreciate this from the start, but you don't understand. For someone so intelligent, so full of life, you sure do epically fail at figuring out that psychology, I am a sociopath and am bound to be unstable."
A deep shiver ran down Jenna's spine. She was grasping for straws, trying to buy herself more time. "What if I just agree to cooperate? And you don't have to punish me?"
"Now, what fun would that be?" Dina interjected. She moved to stand beside Will and glare down upon her. "Besides, if you don't get punished, you might think you can try it again. You stabbed Will, and you left marks on both of us by not cooperating to being with."
Jenna felt her lip tremble, and bit down upon it to stop the movement. She felt her grasp on her emotions slowly slipping away from her, and she was on the verge of full-blown panic again.
Will fell silent as he moved around the room, metal clanking on metal. Jenna tried to see what was going on, but Dina stepped in the way. "I hope you're ready to shed some blood," she said in a giddy sort of way. "I, myself, can't wait."
"Dina," Will growled. "If you can't shut the fuck up, you can't stay. There's a reason I have never let you in here while I work, and you're providing excellent examples now."
The woman's mouth pressed into a thin line, but she did as she was told and stopped talking. Instead, she smiled down at Jenna in the most bone-chilling way possible. It was as if she were telling a tale with that expression, and it was one that ended unfavorably for the victim.
Within moments, Will was turning back to Jenna with a light playful smile. "I considered letting you off on this one, because you know how much I like the fire you bring to life, and how spunky you are. But, I found that if I changed my policy for you, I might be tempted to change other rules, and I just can't do that. You are my project, Jenna, and I will break you, however I must. And if you cease to be what I wanted, you will die like the others. You don't want that, do you?"
Jenna shook her head, stunned into speechlessness. As Will stepped forward, Jenna looked at his hand and noticed a small scalpel. "What are you doing?"
Will shook his head sadly. "Don't go all cliche on me now, Jenna. What do you think I'm doing? I'm going to cut into you." He said it nonchalantly, as if he were dissecting a frog instead of cutting into a human being - a live one, at that.
"Will, no." Jenna pulled at the chains, not caring that it wasn't helping her out any.
"Don't fight it. It's going to happen no matter what."
Jenna's eyes burned into his, wanting only for him to die at that moment. She steeled herself, but it was nothing compared to the actual intense part when the edge of that scalpel touched her upper thigh for a split second before gliding into the tender flesh, causing a scream to rip from a place deep within.