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Chapter 2
When the drugs finally wore off, his body again went limp, blood trickling down his swollen fingers. His body gave a series of shudders. Blood oozed from cuts in his thighs and calves. His "good" eye fluttered and his head lolled weakly. He took a weak, raspy breath, before sagging into the chair.
He didn't know how long he slept, but he was jerked away by having someone roughly grab the collar on his neck and jerking him upright.
He gave a muffled scream of pain as his joints popped and muscles tore from the damaged sockets.
He struggled to remain sitting up, but sagged back as the strain on his limbs became too much. He hung still on the chair, too weak to protest as someone examined him from head to toe, delving into private regions as well as inspecting the lip of his upper plastron.
He shook as the man who was examining him fingered the brand on his shoulder.
"Hmm," the man stated, "have the tests taken yet?"
"No sir," the figure in the shadow replied, "it's…resilient."
"It seems much more cautious of us though, a good sign," the first man made not of.
"Yes sir," the second man agreed, "it's very receptive to pain discipline."
He shivered in the chair as the hands turned his face before letting go.
"Clean it…" the man ordered before walking out.
The dark dragged down on Him as the second man walked out and then returned dragging something that scrapped on the ground.
He gave a muffled scream as ice water erupted from a hose and splashed across his ragged frame. The water was relentless, sometimes covering his face and causing him to choke, other times, tearing open barely scabbed wounds and causing them to bleed.
Finally the water ceased and the figure left the room.
He whined, low in his throat, his eye that was open, struggling to take in anything in the dark. He hung limp on the chair, shivering violently, causing his binds to cut more painfully into his arms and legs.
Meanwhile the flickering light continued to dim above him.
A/N: "Pats Him" on the head.