Pain

Each recollection or thought about w memory of the night above was aid out loud. Each words rang through Alister's head, deep cracks and shredding noises emerging from the victim's back at the pure mention of any word or syllable the minster didn't like. His skin, a light fabric that the merciless man ripped open with his hands alone with each moment passing, a new set of bones were taken out of his body.

A blade piercing off his manhood while he talked about the words exchanged with the enemy.

Traitor they called him and a traitor he was.

Slices of cuts plastered down his calf, same position where Kamala had her own injury visible haunting Alister's eyes.

He told him everything.

And it wasn't enough.

The loss of blood was inflicting his brain, pleading him to pass out, something that Cullen has been begging his body to do from the start. Dismantled bones laid around his body, his heart numb with agony.

Alister didn't want that.