Suigetsu knelt on the floor and spat blood around his swollen and shredded lips. He struggled to breathe with his broken ribs and bit back a scream as a hand fisted in his tangled hair and yanked backwards. He arced up and back, his ribs screaming in protest.
He panted thinly, looking up at the man glaring down at him through a veil of bloodied hair. His arms were trapped behind him, bound forearm to forearm.
He wondered how long he'd been there. He'd blacked out too many times to keep track of the time.
The man backhanded him across the face, throwing him to the floor.
How had he even gotten into this mess?
Wow, I'm really sorry about the repetition in this. I just don't know how else to write it. My creativity has decided to abandon me as of late.