Valery looked at Fabian for a second, before continuing to walk with his back to Fabian, touching each of the ice picks perfectly placed on Fabian's body.
Fabian's face was contorted in pain, holding back the urge to scream and curse. He wanted to be at his fullest so he could understand why she did this. If there was a chance he could get out of this situation he would do it even if he would prefer all his dignity and pride.
"Why?" asked Fabian again, blood spurting from his mouth with every word, writhing from the pain created at Valery's touch on the ice spike.
Valery all one of the spikes again only this time he encouraged them to general more pain causing the cold to spread down one of his legs, making them turn whiter and harder as if they were ice, at the same time they were as brittle and sensitive as ice.