Randal swallowed another scream. The pain was incredible. But he would not break. Not yet. The round man Temmins was laughing and he said something. But Randal was concentrating on blocking the majority of his senses at the moment, trying to deaden the horrible pain, so he didn’t even hear what the fat man said.

Ran knew he couldn’t take this much longer. Sure, his body would heal as it always did, but his mind. He didn’t know how much more his mind could take and for him to retain his sanity. The endless cycles, torture, rest, torture, heal, torture.