Numb

Igris walked briskly down the hallway and towards the portrait where his torture chambers lay. The sound of his bare feet on the stone steps seemed eerily silent in comparison with the sound of the heavy iron door slamming shut behind him causing the sound to echo through the quiet stairway.

Helpless eyes searched around the mini room as if searching for someone - anyone to pour his heart out to.

Or maybe cross-checking if anyone was around to behold what a sorry state he'd been in?

He could feel his breathing pick up as he looked around. Acheros wasn't here, and neither was Dave nor anyone else...

His mother saw him as a pathetic child and Dave saw him as a monster. Just recalling the way he'd looked at him - with fear and disbelief. Although it wasn't the first time someone had met his eyes with such fear and he'd seen worse, to say the least - Dave doing it had affected him in a way he hadn't expected.