Drip....Drip.....Drip
The spattering of blood was the only sound in the darkness, even as Thorn's eyes slowly opened, and a groan of pain eased from her lips. She knew both her eartips had been taken, and the warm liquid that dripped down the back of her neck told of the scalp that had been cut away. Numerous bruises lay upon both arms and body; the chains that held her wrists above her head proof enough that she did not have the ability to fight back in turn.
A labored breath echoed in the darkness, Thorn tilting her head to the side even as her eyes slipped closed. Days...weeks..she was no longer sure how long she had really been down here; bruised wrists had long since ceased their struggle to try and break free of those bonds; it had been futile.
Clothing haggard, and body now wishing nothing more then death, a growl gurgled up from the bloodied throat. Rage echoed it, and her eyes slipped open once more, blue eyes replaced with sickly green, which glowed brightly in this place where light never dwelled. She strained once more against her bonds, bloodied long auburn hair falling scraggled in her face, and canines bared in hate.
"I can't die like this. Not like some beaten dog." Thorn thought to herself, straining again even as sharp ears picked up footsteps drawing near. What would it be this time..fingers? an eye? She was not sure, but her silent defiance would definitely continue; she was not about to give him the satisfaction of hearing her scream.
A glint of metal was picked up by her glowing eyes which faded in darkness, the burning of a fist connecting with her already aching gut bringing her to near unconsciousness, even as she felt that needle pierce skin, and she felt herself lose consciousness, her mind too fading to black.