The tall man clamps a shackle around the girl’s wrist, and the thin man starts to speak.

“As you killed the brothers of two of the men here, we have gotten special dispensation to see you.”

When the tall man turns back towards him, the flesh gouged out of his cheek is much easier to see.

He tilts his head and looks up at the tall man with a smile that promises more teeth in his future.

The tall man regards him coldly and presses down with his foot on the break in the girl’s leg.

She doesn’t mean to make the sort of noise she does.

“We are gracious men, and we’ll offer you a chance to apologize,” says the thin man, smiling a little too wide.

He—

—looks at her—

—then drops his eyes, hissing softly.

There’s a roar of laughter, and the bearded man says something incredulously to the thin man. The thin man looks pointedly down.

“Even here! I suppose you’re a man, whatever kind of creature you are. And this excites you?”

The tall man kicks her broken leg below the break, and it bends at a horrifying angle.

He answers this question with a quiet growl, which is... not exactly a denial.

"When we put a child in her," he muses, as he draws a knife from his belt, "will you like to see that too?"

...he's not entirely sure what's going on, but multiple things about this situation are concerning!

"Is this your mate? Or just a slave? She certainly seemed upset about watching you hurt."

He looks over him contemplatively. One of the men behind him is looking impatient.

"–can you just fucking leave him alone–"

She's kicked in the stomach, and falls silent, coughing.

He frowns. It's one of the most human expressions he's made this whole time.

Gasps for breath.

"–you–got what you want–got me, killed him enough already–just fucking stop–"

Another kick.

"He is not dead," says the thin man, and then –

"Perhaps he could choose to die."

"If you can, I would recommend it," he says, "because you will not leave this room until you do."

And he leans down with the knife and removes what was so impudently sticking out before.

He snarls, lunging and snapping his teeth as though he has forgotten his restraints entirely in his mindless drive to tear this man's throat out.

The thin man smiles, too wide, and his companions jeer and shout their approval.

"Is that more important to you than your liver?"

The tall man sets his foot on the girl's broken leg, again, and grinds his heel down until

he forces a sound out of her.