Smoke was all around and clouding his vision, lungs burned from injuries that were too severe for him to stand. Now, on his hands and knees, Black could only try to focus on not passing out in front of the still-gloating enemy. His bloodied fingers were clutching at hard dirt, and sweat mixed with red was dripping down to his chin. He was practically kneeling before the Kai, panting and trying to keep himself awake. There hadn’t been a chance to explain anything to the other, and Black was trying his hardest to get in a word, but each time he’d receive another blast to his body. Every second was wasted on his words, and instead focused on the Kai’s, or else he’d surely die. I don’t have room for that, otherwise she’ll be taken for certain. Though, nothing could have stopped the hours upon hours of brutal torture from the wicked Kai. No prayer of forgiveness, or any sort, since Black was too stubborn to even try and fake that. He endured it all, and all for her safety, because he had hidden her away from the other... He knew this day was to come, and took every precaution to avoid her gaining any unneeded harm. But that didn’t stop Zamasu from unleashing hell on his form. After what felt like days, Black had finally been beaten and thrown to his back, where a white long boot was pressed to his chest. ‘Beg, and I may let her live.’ Came that nasty growl from the Kai, but Black kept his tongue still. Before long there was the sound of commotion, and he passed out during some unseen struggle that had removed Zamasu from his proximity.     "No, stop! Stop!! He’ll kill you--!” Black shouted as he opened his eyes, and clutched his chest as that rising panic came back from his waking nightmare. He couldn’t even recall falling asleep, or if he had just relived that recent memory for the twentieth time? Time was hard to discern, since he kept going in and out of consciousness. The commotion had been the door to his room opening, and he was still lying in the bed, weakly glancing to it. | @bullheadcd |