I'm going to poke you now.
Krauser smirked as he watched the man's feeble attempts at movement, speaking, hell even staying awake. It was all greatly amusing to him, to see the man whom he worked for miserable and stretched out at his feet.
..There was a faint hint of patheticness to it, as well..
..But that was overshadowed by the great sense of dominance, which showed its self as he tucked the toe of his boot under the other's side, rolling him over onto his back with little to no effort.
"Damn. Do you look like YOU'VE gone through a shitfest."
He bid himself to stop playing with the handle of his knife, sadly enough if he took his troubles out on the other and he lived.. ..Things would blow.
And if he died, things would suck. In both cases, sexual referances abounded, and he really didn't like either of them to be applied to situations like this, though he couldn't help but have a little fun.
Krauser crouched down next to him, glancing over the many wounds with supreme distaste, amusement and a sort of snide laughter, though it was silent. "And you even lost your shades, aww.."
This was the closest the man got to outright mirth since he'd come to this dirty, dirty place. And it was made all the better by the fact that Albert Wesker was completely helpless. He couldn't help but to wipe up a bit of blood with his pointerfinger, licking it off with one of those infernal 'I'm going to do this and you can't stop me' kind of looks written all over his face.
He stood again, half-turning, almost like he was just going to leave him there. And he knew that in this condition, if anyone came along, the man would most likely perish or ..Something even better. Especially since he wouldn't be able to heal right up like that ass Leon. He seemed to have a never-ending supply of 'feel-better' remedies, likely containing some lube in that damn case of his at that. It wouldn't be the first time.
"Have fun, Weskerbucks. Hope they visit you for tea~" Here, he was stretching it. Krauser really wanted to see him reach out for help, this time.
..There was a faint hint of patheticness to it, as well..
..But that was overshadowed by the great sense of dominance, which showed its self as he tucked the toe of his boot under the other's side, rolling him over onto his back with little to no effort.
"Damn. Do you look like YOU'VE gone through a shitfest."
He bid himself to stop playing with the handle of his knife, sadly enough if he took his troubles out on the other and he lived.. ..Things would blow.
And if he died, things would suck. In both cases, sexual referances abounded, and he really didn't like either of them to be applied to situations like this, though he couldn't help but have a little fun.
Krauser crouched down next to him, glancing over the many wounds with supreme distaste, amusement and a sort of snide laughter, though it was silent. "And you even lost your shades, aww.."
This was the closest the man got to outright mirth since he'd come to this dirty, dirty place. And it was made all the better by the fact that Albert Wesker was completely helpless. He couldn't help but to wipe up a bit of blood with his pointerfinger, licking it off with one of those infernal 'I'm going to do this and you can't stop me' kind of looks written all over his face.
He stood again, half-turning, almost like he was just going to leave him there. And he knew that in this condition, if anyone came along, the man would most likely perish or ..Something even better. Especially since he wouldn't be able to heal right up like that ass Leon. He seemed to have a never-ending supply of 'feel-better' remedies, likely containing some lube in that damn case of his at that. It wouldn't be the first time.
"Have fun, Weskerbucks. Hope they visit you for tea~" Here, he was stretching it. Krauser really wanted to see him reach out for help, this time.
