Larksong Grotto cut the red wire -- or was that the green wire?

He lays there for a time — he doesn't know how long. Minutes, hours? But finally something stirs him from the agonizing haze, and his blood chills immediately as he realizes his situation. Ulf. The wolfdog's growl lifts the hairs along his spine and he shivers, sitting up immediately with a brief pained noise. Ulf — no, He pleads; maybe another time he could take his abuse quietly like he should, knowing he deserves it, but not now. Not today. He can't — but he can't run, either, and some part of him knows there will be no mercy for him —

and there isn't.

But he will never speak of the hell endured here; he'll take it to his grave alongside the knowledge that this is all he deserves.