How many black birds were baked in the pie? - The House that Sin Built

Luke waited at the top of the stairs and listened. When the sounds of violence past he waited a long moment and called down to her.

"Ren? Are you ok?"

There was a long period of silence while the girl tried to sort out how okay she was. After a time, a soft, small voice floated up the stairs. "Luke?"

Luke drifted back down the stairs with a concerned frown. He was cautious but did not seem particularly afraid. He paused in the door way to look the beautiful naked Brujah over as though to ensure she had not harmed her self in her fury.

He moved over to her and would embrace her if she allowed, not a sexual gesture at the moment but one of comfort.

"I guess frenzy is as good a safe word as any. " he glanced at the destroyed table thoughtfully and went on. "So one wasnt very nice to you on one of these I take it."

She was still wary, the Beast close to the surface. She was tense as he touched her. Every muscle trembled. "You could say that." She whispered.

As she didn't pull away at his touch he embraced her. Gently, loosly, feather light touches. He stroked her hand and shoulders trying to ease away her tension.

"I would never hurt you Ren. Your safe." It was odd in as strong as she was she truly didn't have much to fear from him at all but it still seemed an importaint thing to say to him. That his tortures would be wanted and done for her pleasure, that he cared for her, which much to his shock he realized was true as he said it.

"Can we go upstairs?" She wanted to be away from the table.

"Of course." He replied and began leading her away with a supportive arm still around her shoulder. Back up stairs closing the basement door behind them.