All over his body were many bruises, cuts, and scars that he'd prefer not to share with the world. Sometimes it couldn't be helped--his only shirt no longer closed, thanks to Durer ripping it off of him one time too many, and the material was so beaten that the many rips and tears were irreparable because of the flimsiness of the worn material. Everyone knew of Durer's preference for him, so it was with little wonder that his constant injuries went unnoticed or ignored by most of the other prisoners and guards.
Often times, he didn't remember anything at all from Durer's "sessions." Vallewida counted himself lucky that he could never recall exactly what had happened. It made life easier to deal with, after all, considering just how many times a week he ended up being forced to spend time with the monster (it had never been proven Durer was human, and even if it had been, Vallewida would have still denied it). It couldn't help quell his anger though, at pulling off his shirt to find that Durer had taken his sweet time to burn his initial's into Vallewida's already heavily-abused shoulder through a brand-new hole in his shirt.