Board Thread:Important Logs/@comment-26068742-20170822035703/@comment-26068742-20170822040431

 Alistair was in the middle of trying to deal with all of the pain shooting through his body. he was so busy trying to writhe about and do something that would get the feeling of that burning fecal matter against his open wounds to stop. Those needles from earlier shooting extra pain through his body. He was in severe pain, unlike any other he had experienced before. This was something new entirely for the torturer. Now he was just working on trying to think of ways to torture people after he got out of here, and get his mind off the tingling pain.

 It wasn't until Pandora and Marek started to talk among themselves that he would be getting cleaned off and cared for, he was on the verge of passing out again, his body lurching forward, his limbs being pulled against the wheel while the churning water by some means continued below him. He was so out of it he didn't even feel his body being sewn up for the sake of being taken away.

 When he was taken away, he was taken to who knows where, but he would certainly be in the care of these lovely people for a while longer. Along the way, he was mumbling something about 'poppet' and 'getting what is coming to her one day'. His feet dragging on the floor as the pain across his stomach region was too much. He was a bit defeated, but because he was still alive, he could plan for the future, there was always tomorrow, yes.