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Looking over the body curled up in its cage, Dajian realised he'd forgotten how disgusting humans got when they weren't cared for. When they first pulled this one off the street, he'd looked so damn smart-- not only in his attire, but in the wavy style of his hair, too.

Now his clothes were dirty, and they reeked of the sweat that they were stained with. His hair was greasy, his facial hair unkempt, and with the lack of nutrition and the definite dehydration, even his blood was beginning to reek. The Wei Coven's captive was now a far cry from the tempting meal they dragged here only a week before, and in a way it was almost depressing to look at.

But not depressing enough to keep Dajian from kicking the cage hard enough to rattle.

"Wake up, mongrel!" he called, knocking the rings on his fingers against the metal bars to make as much noise as possible. "Remember when I said I'd bring you a surprise at sunset?"

The night before, after four days of his men failing to extract any answers from this Charlie (the first two days were spent making him physically weak-- Charlie hadn't been allowed to sleep or eat, and was only given enough water to sip every six hours until the 48-hour period ended), Dajian elected to take over the work himself. Yesterday had been the first time he laid a violent hand on Charlie's body, even if it might be more accurate to say a violent "foot" instead with his preference for kicking. Dajian imagined the man was curled up because of stomach pain; he could only hope it made him suffer, considering that was where he kicked the most for every non-answer.

After Dajian finished beating him the night before, he had one of their meat stores brought to him and made a show of having his dinner-- a pretty, middle-aged woman that sobbed and pleaded for mercy-- in front of him. He could remember Charlie's horror when he ripped into her throat, and how acrid his blood had scented in his fear. Dajian even revelled in it when he allowed his men to feast at the same time, draining their human pig until it was a pale husk of flesh and bone. The corpse was left behind for Charlie to look at, and was only removed when he fell asleep.

"This is your last chance to tell me everything you know about Gavin and his Queen, concubine," he growled, rings tapping one-by-one on the bars. "Or else you're finding out what we look like when we're starving."