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The Boss nods slowly, "Good! Good, you should feel that way. See, when you're mad you can push away the people who are hurting you. It makes you stronger, you know?" He picks up the scalpel from before and taps the blunt end on her cheek. "But there you go, crying out for help from the very cause of your pain." He leans down as to hide his words from the camera. "You see, your dear Rosey is going to break at some point. He knows it too! He knows that at one point I'll take it a step too far and he will confess to me the information I require." He taps the cheek again, this time cutting a thin line on her cheek not dissimilar to Ambrose's burn. "But if he knew that this whole time, why not save you from the very beginning? What kind of brother chose the imperfect safety of others over the wellbeing of his sister?"
The guard sets a mean pace down the halls to an elevator which he clicks the button for several times after scanning his ID.
Ptelea whimpers softly at his words, shivering at the cold metal on her cheek. Doubt crosses her eyes and she flinches at the cut on her cheek. A few more tears roll down her cheeks. She looks at the old man and bites her lip, sniffling. "He..."She frowns, trying to justify her brother's actions. Her lip trembles. "Rosey's a good person..." She says uncertainly, before looking away, confused. "But..Rosey didn't stop you from hurting me..." She closes her eyes, shaking her head. "Rosey loves me, right?" She looks at the old man worriedly. "Rosey loves me lots..."
Ambrose paces outside the elevator, his heart racing as he thinks of all the torture his sister must be going through. He groans and kicks a wall angrily.