"You look so sexy when you're all bloodied and bruised like that~"
Slow breathing. Stay calm. Gather energy. Concentrate on where your wand is. Pain does not exist. You are above it. It is not worthy of you. Pain is filthy and human. You will make them kneel.
Tom felt his eyes rolling upwards as his vision blurred. He felt the steady rise and fall of his chest. He felt himself draining away. What would have, or perhaps should have been blood was smeared across the floor and the walls. Whoever had torn him from the pages of his diary had certainly known what they were doing and had every intention of letting him know they meant business. Without enough power to take a corporeal form, or even use magic in the land of the living, he was relegated to his powers of persuasion and the collected magical ability he could steal from his interaction with this visitor before him.
His teeth clenched to lock away a moan of pain, to hide his inner turmoil. If only he could reach his book. If only he could escape, but for now, he was forced to fight for time. “So, this is what you enjoy.” He whispered haltingly, placing his hands carefully on the floor, slowly pushing himself up as to hide the effort it took him to breath. “You’re not the first I’ve met to gain satisfaction from bloodshed. You’ll certainly not be the last.” He chuckled.
