Two days.. it's been two days of this hell.

Himanshu couldn't sleep at all. He felt like insomnia was consuming him whole alongside the pain he felt in every bone and scar. His face had cuts, his shoulder had a gasping scar, and his legs were completely broken. That bastard.. he can't explain how much he hated the goddman wretch. Just when he thought his life was alright.. he had to come back, he just had to. He weakly tried to raise himself, but pain jolted through every part of his body.. he groaned in pain, before giving up. Damn it.

He was freezing. The cold ate through his entire body. He felt his hands numbing as the ropes around him barely let him breathe. He was hopelessly glancing around the dark basement, the bloodstained concrete walls were so close yet so far.. almost as if they were laughing at him. He tried to close his eyes and fall sleep, countless of times- but it never worked. The chattering and shuffling of rats kept him awake. He waited for the lone lightbulb to flicker on, he knew that old, rusty door was going to creak open any time. He just wanted this hell to he over with.

He felt like time was a forgotten concept, he lost track of it.. Was it even late outside..? He can't hear anything but those stupid rodents. Huh.. he never.. noticed that shelf? He can't make out what that thing on the top shelf i- FLICK! His eyes suddenly darted to the light bulb. Damn it, he's here.. The light flickered on, as always. He watched as the rusty door created up, before seeing his face. Splatter. He closed the door behind him, before descending down the stairs. His only 'normal' eye focusing on Himanshu. He walked over to him, before he halted infront of the chair he was bound on, tilting his head.

"Interesting. You're still awake." He pointed out the obvious, he noticed the eyebags forming underneath his eyes. His smile widened every so slightly, "How quaint, he looks miserable.", he thought to himself. He then placed a hand on his chin, tilting to poor man's face to the sides, observing his miserable state. His gaze lingered on the scars marking his face, a little too much. After a bit, he let go.

Himanshu was too weak to even utter a word, he only glanced up to meet his gaze. His face had a visible scowl, but he was too weak to fight back. He was showing his disdain and hatred even while he was reduced to a miserable wreckage of what he used to be.

"What's wrong? You always had something to say." Splatter's voice was cold and smooth, as much as he enjoyed Himanshu's pitiful state.. he also loves hearing his voice or his screams, if anything.

His eyes bore into his 'beloved'. Odd, he's used to him throwing ruthless comments at him with no remorse. He slowly leaned forward, before gripping the hem of his captive's shirt. He tugged on it with sudden force, as if he was urging him to speak. His face was close to his beloved's, his eyes staring at him, even the lazy one. His smile never wavered, but his eyes narrowed.. as if he were expecting him to speak up.