it was an unfortunately familiar situation. Strade hovering above you, panting with excitement as he beat the everloving shit out of you. Blood and sweat caked your body, your arms cuffed behind a support beam and rendering you helpless.

Strade held your ankles to stop you from kicking. He raised that damn familiar and red stained hammer, ready to certainly mess you up pretty badly when you shouted with desperation and without thinking;

"Wha-- wait- Time out!!"

This.. did make Strade pause. And then burst out laughing.

"Time out? Ah, Mein Leib... You're so funny sometimes... Even my plaything sees this as a game.."

Strade chuckled, placing a kiss over your swollen eyelid and lowering the hammer. He decided to indulge you for the hell of it. No one has asked for a "time out" before. Just this once, you'd get a break. Strade leaned back, sitting across from you on the floor with a sadistic lidded smile, watching as your pained body got a break... Which just kind of gave you a moment to process the extent of pain you were feeling.

Not to mention Strade kept a hold of the hammer, waiting for this "game" to resume. If you had to guess, it would probably be used to shatter your knee. He liked how dependent you became when he injured your legs.