The Handmaid was quick to put aside her previous task; Snowman was a woman of importance, and certainly not one to keep waiting. Making sure she was presentable first (as one should when meeting with your superiors), she swiftly made her way down to the basement. Though it can be rather rude to assume, in some cases, it wasn’t hard to guess what part of the lower levels Snowman was waiting for her in.
"House keeping," she chimed with a grin, knuckles rapping against the wall to announce her presence.
"It is open." Snowman answered.Â
"One of our old employees and business partners. Decided to do business with the Crew behind our backs. With our goods. It did not quite work out for him." She didn't remove her eyes from the man tied up on the chair opposite of her while she spoke. He very obviously already suffered some beating, but by far not enough yet, according to Snowman.
"He deserves to know how we penalize an offense like that. He deserves pain, but should be left recognizable and disposed where he can serve as a warning to everyone else considering the same."
If the man didn't know what expected him before, he certainly did now. Snowman didn't care for his noises of panic though and instead glanced over at the Handmaid.
"I let some of the boys bring him here, but his punishment should be handled by someone that knows what they are doing. IÂ can organize someone else, should you not feel up for that."Â That was more of a tease than legitimate doubt. As far as Snowman knew, Scratch took care to teach this daughter of his to be a reliable soldier. Yet she was curious of the troll's reply.
