The sound of his agressive, monstrous-like screams filled the interior of the Villa's Dungeon as Marcello went to work with the cat-o-ninetails, carving an intricate path of torn flesh and blood marks, all down Christian's back. "Thats my brand new tatoo, you freakish sonofabitch!" Christian would yell, as once again, he felt bits and pieces of the flesh that housed his tatoo, being ripped away. "You, Sir, will LEARN to control yourself when out on the public. We, especially I, have a certain impression to keep up with while being out in the public eye. We will be damned if some ingrate American, such as yourself, taint our glorious name and everything we built" Again, Marcello wound up and released another beautifully stunning snap of the whip, tearing more pieces of flesh from Christian's back. Two....three......twenty, and they were complete as Marcello stood in front of his newest victim. "Consider this.....a warning, for you have not seen what I could've truly done to you. Ms Rosalie demands a certain behavior from you, and you will live up to it, do you understand......El Compadre.." That last bit, of course, was Marcello's bit of dry, disturbing humor as he stood back to study the broken down, fully naked blonde. "You, Sir, have been given the opportunity of a life time, in fact, you would end up doubling what you made before, all she requires of you, is your absolute loyalty, as well as behave  yourself like a proper gentleman should........IS THAT UNDERSTOOD!? Christian would soon be reeling from powerful backhand to the side of his cheek he just recieved at the hands of Marcello. Marcello soon backed away, straightening out the ruffles and collar of his custom-made suit before he soon left through a side entrance of the dungeon. Behind the mirrored partition, Rosalie watched with a bit of interest, and admired the way her Marcello handled the ignorant fool.

    Meanwhile, Christian, fully naked and hung from the ceiling like a piece of fresh meat, was left to the silent, dark, and empty room of the dungeon. He was hung in an X-like fashion. After awhile, christian would finally come to, as what could only be described as an inhuman look appeared across his sweat-covered facial features. In competition, there is a certain point when recieving an adrenaline rush where you simply just do not feel any pain, your focus is feeding to that adrenaline. Christian, was beyond that level. He heard, nor felt anything at the moment, except that anger-filled adrenaline rush. Even the sound of water droplets hitting the stone pavement no longer registered within his ear, only the movement of his own blood and...for some reason, an otherworldly sound...It was a sound that came to him during that fateful night which brought him here to rome in the first place. A surge of energy, and he found himself tearing loose of the shackles and going into an absolute rage. He picked up the iron maiden and threw it against the wall. He all but destroyed most, in fact, nearly all of the instraments of torture during this surge of rage. Holes were punched into the side of the stone walls, and soon, he finally collapsed against the pavement, sitting against the wall which now resembled, much like his back, a block of swiss cheese.....FOr a moment, he would sit in silence, then....laughter.....Sinister laughter soon filled the air...it was his own.....

    On the other side of that mirrored partition. Rosalie and Marcello watched with great interest as their dungeon of torture was all but remodeled, thanks to the newest member of the Cosa Nostra.."I see why you find him useful, Ms Rosalie.....he will do well....QUITE well, indeed"

-- Edited by Christian at 11:01, 2008-12-14