The rock music played loudly as I had a certain pep in my step. I sang along as I cleaned the bloody tools with a rag, the blood transferred from the saw to the rag to the dripping liquid falling into the sink. The music was incredibly loud, my consideration for my prisoner nonexistent. After I had finished cleaning my torture items I left them in the sink as I walked up to my tied subject. I licked his face like some sort of animal as I yanked his hair back, taking in all his details.