His body hurt, becoming a dull flame that never died down. How long was he here? He lost count of the days long ago, they blended together. Nothing made sense. The footsteps were back already, a quickness that made muscles tense too late.
A swift kick caught him under the chin, the muzzle cutting the inside of his mouth. Blood filled his mouth as his body was sent backwards, tumbling against the floor and cracking his head against the stone. Stars flashed behind swollen eyes. He tried to suppress the whimper building in his throat but it escaped him. In an instant the voice yelled and was holding him up by his hair with cruel hands.
He had forgot that he had hair, they had cut it when he first arrived. It was longer than he thought, feeling almost as long as it used to be. The voice yelled again, but his ears were too damaged to process it, the constant yelling and violence against his brain had closed all channels of listening.
That hand that held him shook, hair ripping as his body followed the motion. He tried to gasp, the sharp action causing the gag to cut further. He stiffened as hot breath neared his ear.
"Don't you fucking pretend that you can't hear now," His captor yelled with another shake of his hair. "I said open yer eyes!"
His ear drum buzzed with the sound, innards constricting with the threat that those words could mean. This one was back, always wanting to see the fear. But he wasn't sure if there was any fear left to show. With much effort, he was able to crack his eyes enough to see the face in front of him. Dull green eyes stood out against the swelling, the white turned red on the left from an impact in the last abuse.
The face smiled, sharp teeth locking in a horrid cheshire. A knee met his body, forcing the air out of tattered funds and chipping already healing ribs. In an instant he felt the ground leave his feet as he landed against the wall, smacking against the floor with a hard crack. The hands were back on him, pulling him up by the arm. His shoulder gave a sharp pain that traveled through him. A hand grabbed his throat, slamming him against the wall. Fists flew, striking old injuries and creating new ones. White light filled his head as his nose cracked, blood pouring out of the break.
Breathing became difficult; he was chocking on his own blood while trying so hard to fill his lungs. There was a sharp pain that moved across his left arm, striking deep before finding a new home traveling down that side and across his abdomen. The blade scraped over bone, sending new waves of pain through his body.
The corners of his vision started to fade, black covering overstimulated nerves. He couldn't breathe, couldn't be bothered with the words that continued to assault him.
There was nothing left when he was thrown, falling through boundaries long broken before smashing into concrete.