Board Thread:Important Logs/@comment-26068742-20170822035703/@comment-26068742-20170822040109

Alistair wasn't losing his will, he was just losing consciousness from blood loss. All of that blood letting and careful cutting produced a lot of bleeding from the man who was on the verge of drifting off to lala-land from all of the cutting and sheering. With this ceremonial method of blood letting, the stench of that shit was the only thing to bring him back to his senses. As the wheel was turned and something started to whir to life, he had another sound to focus on other than the drivel of the woman who was so intent on trying to torture him in such a manner.

He just smiled when she came close to him and winced when she went into his stomach, spilling the fluids of blood and digestive fluids out of it onto the ground below. "You want to know about that shard? You've been talking about demons all this time, wanting to know about them. Isn't that little shard of whatever you call it related to them? How can a girl be so foolish to not do the simple math?" He asked while on the verge of passing out again, the loss of blood sending endorphins through his body to numb the pain all over.

He was losing his life at this point, clinging to the last vestiges of what he had left without giving the succinct information needed for the woman. Would he be allowed to die? Would he be saved and made sick with that twisted diet? Or would he be saved for the purpose of torturing him later? He didn't care, he would be getting out of here and getting back to his work of experimenting one of these days.