@The_Mercenary said:
@Thorn_
A pair of soulless pupils popped up in front of the restrained Michael Horton's face, appearing out of the thick darkness inhibiting his cell. Or, as the Merc liked to call it, the Dungeon. "How's my little organic monster faring with the rather sparkling accommodation?" He'd placed Thorn in a completely dark room underground so as to keep any sunlight from affecting his strength.
He recognized the voice. The sly, arrogant tone of his tormentor. "Go to hell." he snarled, his face caked with pale green blood, the mask haphazardly strapped back over his mouth. Dark marks still covered his flesh, wounds in the final stage of recovery.
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