Rogers had burned him twice more with the knife after the initial injury, placing the wounds around half an inch from each other, moving up his abdomen. He had been alone since then, too blinded with searing pain and the smell of his own burning flesh to even notice Rogers leaving and locking the cell behind him. Though he was glad to be left alone, the pain was unignorable and his arms had lost feeling long ago, leaving it impossible to rest. The worst part was knowing that he'd be back, and Ed didn't even want to think about what'd he'd do to him next. His ribs throbbed as dark violet bruises blossomed over his skin, and though he couldn't see his face, he had no doubt it was facing the same problem. The edges of his wounds had crusted over with blood, but he occasionally felt a slow drip from the cuts. The amount of blood pooled around him was worrying, and he had begun to feel light headed. He sighed and gingerly rested his head against the wall, minding the split buried in his hair. He had tried carving a transmutation circle in the wall, but he couldn't get his fingernails to pierce the cement, resulting in only a sore and bleeding finger. In all honestly, even if he could get out, Ed wasn't confident that he could stand up, let alone walk out of here and look for help. He wished that he'd eaten dinner last night. He was planning on stopping somewhere to grab something on his way back to the dorms, but he never made it that far. He silently cursed James Rogers for putting him in this situation. His stomach growled as if to agree with him. He sighed and closed his eye, the other swollen shut already. Every breath was agony and he just wanted to go home. Something had to be severely wrong with this man if he thought that this would make him agree to work with him. Edward went rigid as he heard the closing of a heavy door and nearing footsteps.
"~Oh little alchemist~" Sang a painfully familiar voice. The sound reverberated off the stone walls and vibrated in Ed's skull. He swallowed thickly. Rogers appeared before him, looking impossibly pleased as he fiddled the key in the lock. He then pushed the barred door to the side, stepping into the cell and sliding it shut behind him. Throwing the keys to the metal table with a clang, he picked up an old pair of pliers and took his seat in front of Edward on the stool. He smiled and held the pliers in his clasped hands, elbows on his knees. "I think you know what my question for you is, Eddy-boy." Ed grimaced at the nickname.
"And I think you know what my answer is, asshole." He spat, poison in his words. Rogers kept a straight face as he stood and approached Edward's battered body. Ed sucked in a breath as he took his flesh pinky in the claws of the pliers. Ed whimpered through closed lips as his finger was jerked to the side and swiftly broken. Rogers grinned at Edward's noise of pain. He moved and gripped Ed's ring finger instead.
"Changed your mind yet, Elric?" Prodded Rogers.
"Go fuck yourself." Edward bit back through pained pants. Rogers appeared unaffected by the insult.
"Very well." He squeezed the pliers with increasing pressure, causing Ed to grit his teeth, until hearing the pop of a crushed bone. Ed held back pained tears behind his tightly shut eyes as he cried out. Rogers stepped away and placed the pliers back down on the table, his back still turned to Edward.
"I'll let you think it over a while now. I hope for your sake that you change your answer soon." And with that, he was left alone again. Upon hearing a door click shut, he let a single tear slide down his swollen cheek. He wanted nothing more than to see Mustang and the team tear through his prison and take him home. He hoped they found him soon.