She watches his every reaction, takes in each tremor of his bloodied frame with a detached disinterest, as though she were watching her laundry spin; a finger is thrust into him, once, roughly, and then her hand comes away entirely, dragging hot, thick blood along with it. She wipes her hand along the bottom of the tub, and she clicks her tongue.
"Just look at this mess. Well, at least we've an easy way to clean it all up..."
She pulls her hand away, and sits up, leaning over to turn on the faucet; cold water begins to wash over whatever of Foster is closest to the spout, and more of his blood is washed away, swirling down the drain as Genie pointedly ensures his wounds are likewise rinsed beneath the icy flow.
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Date: 2018-02-08 05:12 am (UTC)"Just look at this mess. Well, at least we've an easy way to clean it all up..."
She pulls her hand away, and sits up, leaning over to turn on the faucet; cold water begins to wash over whatever of Foster is closest to the spout, and more of his blood is washed away, swirling down the drain as Genie pointedly ensures his wounds are likewise rinsed beneath the icy flow.