underrated way to fuck with your basement pet is to feign offense at them being scared of you. going down to where you're keeping them, where they're huddled against the radiator or the wall (cuffs biting ligature marks into their wrists, gagged with tape, fucked out from the most recent rape) and running a hand through their sweat-soaked hair. when they flinch - "hey, hey sweetheart, what's wrong?" teary eyes not daring to meet yours, whimpering through their gag. bending down and kissing them gently. "you're not scared of me, are you?" a twitchy shake of the head. "good," you bring a knife to their cheek and this time, they don't wince, "you know you've got nothing to be afraid of, really."