Darla point of view
The thoughts of the many ways she could torture the slayer were consuming all of her thoughts, so much so that when Angelus dumped the slayer on the bed and turned towards the door, Darla at first didn't notice. It wasn't until the sound of the door clicking back in place sounded throughout the torture chamber that she realized he was gone.
Where the hell was he going now, she wondered. How could he just walk away from something as erotic and intoxicating as torturing the slayer?
Darla was shocked to say the least, but she wasn't about to give Buffy any time to plan her escape. Glancing down at the slayer who'd been unceremoniously dumped upon the bed, Darla smirked. "Looks like I get you all to myself for a while slayer. Aren't you just excited?"
Moving around the bed, Darla reached out and grabbed the manicales around the slayer's feet. The nice thing about this set of chains was they were versatile for both the wall and the bed, this wasn't their first prisoner they'd had here after all. Hooking her feet to the restraints on the posts at the foot of the bed, Darla moved back to the headboard and connected her hands to the iron rings there.
Now Buffy was all secure once more, she had originally intended on putting her in the cage, but with Angelus gone, that would have to wait for later. It wouldn't be near as much fun unless he was here to add to the pleasure.
Rubbing her hands together, Darla eyed the tools on the bedside table that had been heating up, it was time to get on with it. "I'm going to make you scream like you've never screamed in your life. Aren't you excited?" Picking up the screwdriver, Darla moved to sit next to Buffy on the bed, she started at the slayer's neck, trailing the hot metal down her flesh. "I know I am" she said in a sweet, seductive voice.
The fun was just beginning for the vampire, at long last, her sweet revenge was within her grasp.
Buffy point of view
Buffy looked at Angelus, surprised, as he walked away from Buffy after dropping her on the bed. Well, one less. That was always good. But just as Buffy started to get up to run, Darla grabbed the chain around her feet and latched her legs to the end of the bed. Then snapped shackles around Buffy's wrists, attaching her arms to the front of the bed.
Damn it.
Buffy jerked at the chains, trying to pull free. "Don't touch me." Buffy hissed, as Darla ran the cold screwdriver down her bare flesh. But, being on the bed, Buffy could see the huge pile of things that Darla had gotten out earlier.
Her eyes widened as she stared at the pile, many sharp objects in them. Many blunt objects in them. This was not good... Not good at all... Buffy almost preferred Angelus being there with the whip.
She stared at the screwdriver, wondering what exactly Darla was going to do with it. Where she was going to... stick it...
"Shouldn't you wait until your master gets back?" Buffy said, regretting that comment after she spoke. Making Darla mad when Buffy was unable to move and when Darla had weapons, would not be a good thing.
Darla point of view"My master?" Darla laughed, what did the slayer know about a sire-childe relationship? What did she really know about her and Angelus and their past?
Absolutely nothing.
"You just don't get it do you little girl? He's not the master, I am. I made him into everything that he is today. Without me, he'd have died a long time ago in that pathetic, small town in Ireland."
The screwdriver was resting just above Buffy's thigh, the metal had cooled way too fast, and it rather disappointed the vampire. Picking it up off her flesh, she rammed the screwdriver down into the flesh of her calf and enjoyed the slayer's reaction.
"Everything he knows about cruelty was learned from me. He was a great student, and I, of course, was the perfect teacher." Thinking back to the time when Angelus had first become a vampire made Darla smile, how eager he had been to please her then.
"Without me, you never would have met your precious Angel. Not like it's doing you any good now, but still, he would not exist if it weren't for me. Everything he is, everything he does, is a credit to me. Not the other way around."
Reaching for the ice pick, Darla drew back her hand; the metal was so hot the tip of it was glowing red-hot. Picking up a slip of cloth that was often used as a blind fold, Darla wrapped it around her hand so she could pick up the burning hot ice pick.
"We've got a long night ahead of us slayer. What do you say I show you how Angelus learned to be like he is?" Smirking wickedly, Darla pressed the hot metal to the soft of the slayer's neck, just below her ear. Her flesh sizzled as the hot metal melted the flesh, burning her deeply. "We're going to take this nice and slow. I want to make it last you know. It's never any fun if it's over with quickly."