The worst part comes when they find and concentrate on the spots that are already injured and bruised. It's after a dozen of guys that he stops silently praying for his ribs not to break; he's gone numb there. Only when they rip at him, yank him around, is there a new sharp pang of pain that reminds him of his body's state. It's during one of their attacks that he comes, adding his own come to theirs and the laughter that follows sounds like that of a cartoon's villain to him, just that it's an entire choir.

Then he's suddenly given a very short break and he gets giddy thinking he's finished them all off, but no. Jade has come back.

He can't see very well with sticky come keeping his eyes mostly closed and blindly follows Jade's voice and the fuzzy shapes in front of him. Dead tired, he crawls towards them on his knees. His mouth is still hanging open, not because he's looking forward to serving another man, but because any other position is too painful. Everything hurts, though especially his upper body has turned stiff. A midget seems to be hammering away at his skull, another tearing his throat apart. They're all very into their work. He'd laugh at himself, but all he manages is a gurgle.

"Ah," he says and means it's nice to meet you, but that's a far too long sentence. "Hah."