It was warm and a bit muggy in the dark room. A rusted pole, a light overhead illuminated the trio of slumped figures bound to it...<br/><br/>The larger of the three males was slumped, unconscious and blindfolded. His athletic build and tan flesh differed from the other two, who were pale and petite. The smallest of them had short brown hair grey patches behind his ears that were just noticeable around the blindfold that deprived him of seeing his surroundings. His breathing was erratic. Blood trickled down his face, soaking into the blindfold as it went, mixing with tears and sweat. The third and most pale had a ten foot long braid of raven locks. His purple gaze trailing over his surroundings. Milky flesh adorned with intricate black tattoos about his body was pierced by four wicked looking daggers that had been driven into old scars. The blood coming from his wounds was thick and dark, a small trickle went nearly unnoticed, trailing through a tattoo on his chest over his heart. His neck his marred by intense scars.