[The pain, the torture had been immense, there was no denying that. Derek and Eric had done practically everything to him until his life was hanging by a tiny string. When they had burnt him, Rothbart had barley been conscious, and his body had been almost numb. But he had still felt the lick of the fire, the all consuming pain. And then there was only blackness. He was cut up everywhere, blood log since poured out of his veins. Half of his face was completely burnt, his one arm as well and a bit of his torso. Everywhere else there were cuts, deep ones that had almost gone to the bone. His wrists had been snapped, legs as well. Rothbart was practically dead when they had laid him in front of William's door with a simple note. He was holding on just barley, bu he couldn't even see. He'd been blinded as well. The boys had rang the doorbell before darting off, leaving him there with the note]