"What have they done to you?" Either Khalil or Adrian to Bezi.
He could barely even whimper, and when he felt a presence draw near he cowered away; it had to be more pain, right? Ever since he’d been dragged here, it had been one pain after another. He groaned and tried to shrink beneath cover that wasn’t there; even if his chains allowed much movement, there was nothing in his stark white cell save himself and the bonds. He blinked blearily, trying to see through the grey haze glazing his eyes. It was little use; he wouldn’t be able to see well til he could get the silver out of his system. “Go away,” he rasped out through a throat scratched raw by screams and feeding tubes. Maybe it was a good thing that he couldn’t see or smell very well; he wouldn’t like for Khalil to see him in this shape. He shook a little, wrists and ankles and feet all very raw. His wrists and ankles from struggling to get free. His feet from being forced to run til he couldn’t move. His knees were scraped up, too, and his elbows. Endurance tests, tests of his strength, all kinds of exhausting and painful things. They’d even dabbled in how well he could handle poison. All of his fangs had been removed, and the points on the rest of his teeth were filed down.
