[RedRose4]

Destro looked at the four knives before him, taking a moment before choosing one in specific. It was completely curved, no ridges at all, in fact it was probably the sharpest knife out of the bunch. Closing the dresser, Destro stood back up and walked to the bed. Grabbing the shackles, he attached his pet to the post and then did the same for his ankles so he couldn’t get up.
Glancing at his bed sheets, Destro sighed and shook his head. “You’ll get my bed so fucking stained after this.” Looking at the dagger like blade for a few minutes, Destro then glanced at Ashley and whispered. “I’m going to teach you how to deal with pain my little, perfect pet. By the time I’m done with you, you won’t be making a sound.”
Taking the knife, Destro removed his jacket and bloodied shirt, putting the knife to his own stomach and slashing across it, blood gushing out right away. As he did that, Destro didn’t even flinch, he looked back at Ashley as it slowly began to heal itself.

“That’s what you’ll have to learn. Don’t react to pain.” Destro put the bloodied dagger against Ashley’s stomach, smiling a little as he glanced at his tattoo. Yes, that tattoo, this moment symbolized that, the link him and his brother shared, that tolerance of pain they both had to live with and get used to.
Gritting his teeth together, Destro made a rather small wound along Ashley’s hip, hitting his bone and watching the blood slowly trickle down, the entire time he looked his face to see if he had a reaction. No doubt he would, although by the end of the day, no matter how hungry Ashley got from the lack of blood, Destro wouldn’t stop until he showed no sign of pain.