Daemon lost track of time. He was only vaguely aware that his clothing had been taken or that he had been poked and pushed till he had been moved how his captor had wanted him.
His eye focused enough to know what she had intended. And it wasn't for his body. Oh no it was simpler than that. It surprised him but worried him more. Only a few things they could want now and all of them would have him weeping in pain. Still it didn't matter. Nothing mattered. Not now.
They had him squatting down balancing on the balls of his feet. His knees were locked together yet his feet were spread apart beneath him. His body couldn't stay like this long but it had to...he could feel something just under him pressing into his skin. It didn't matter what it was but he knew all too well that it would impale his skin it would only be a matter or time.
Swallowing again he gathered his thoughts the best that he could. His back ached with tension and his legs trembled with fatigue. The White Jeweled witch had came once with a craft warmed blanket but he couldn't remember if that had been a day ago or just mere hours. It really didn't matter, not really. She hadn't came back and probably wouldn't . No his only companion was the broken piece of necklace that Jaenelle had once wore. Just a piece of his broken life. A fragment just like his mind was now.
Nicole passed through the stone wall a leather strap held firmly in her hand. They hadn't harmed him yet… but he remembered what a strap like that felt like. His jaw locked and he did what he decided was his only choice…. He slide into his inner web. No one could reach him here. No one not even the High Lord… that is if he was still among the living. No he could stay here and absorb the pain and pay the debt. This was his choice.