“What did they do to you after they took me?” He hesitated, his body pausing as he gave up on trying to roll the tense muscles that accompanied his injury. “You shouldn’t ask that question,” he said simply, his voice dropping deep with warning. I pushed at the wall he’d created in his mind, probing along the edge of it with gentle fingers that couldn’t seem to get through “And yet I am anyway,” I said. “I need to know what they did to you so that I know how much to make them suffer when I’m given the opportunity.”
