Silence stretches across the courtyard as the critters go quiet, crickets no longer playing their chirps. Analee moved silently across the stone slabs of the courtyard, the bare hush of the leathers the only sound telling him of her approach in the silence. Opening his eyes slowly as he wakes, peering through his hair trying to stay unmoving in case it was someone else. Then she stopped in front of him, whispering his name in her sweet soft voice. Moments like this were almost enough to make up for it all. Head leaning int the hand that finds its way to his face, even as she called him a fool. Touch never lasting long as the warmth of her hand slipped from his face, her soft sharp inhale and his ear was flicked soon after. Tilting his head away from the assault to his ear as the light dances in his eyes, and hair ripples with the charge of vibrant dancing electricity for the moment.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dff4d">"Careful, I may have to bite your ear in return."</span>his black lips moved as he jests in a whisper, grinning in promise. Slowly his figure rose, tensing his body as it shifts and with a soft groan as he eased the weight on his wrists.<br/><br/>Karas could feel the aches all over his body, but it was fading with the gentle touch of her hand trailing along his torso. Pain and aches slipping away though the marks seemed to be getting less of her attention. Listening to her words as her fingers dance across his torso being careful not to touch the wounds.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dff4d">"You are right, they may be scars for a week. Yet I get more freedom out of these chains since they believe the boys can be used as leverage on me."</span>Though he cared about them it was another agenda that was in play, it was true that they gave him more slack because of that behavior and possible leverage. Finding himself wondering what she is doing behind him as her hand lingers on his back in a spot for longer than normal before it pulled back as she spoke of the bugs. A clap of her hand across his rear made him stiffen and gasp in shock, glaring at her over his shoulder as she seemed ready to race away.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dff4d">"Wait, just one more moment."</span>he whispers after her.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dff4d">"Its about tomorrow night"</span>if she stopped to listen he would continue, his vocals a gentle rumble of excitement in that whisper.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dff4d">"I plan to escape tomorrow night, I think there's going to be a storm..."</span>his words like a prophecy for the weather. It would also tell her he had been either dwelling on it for some time, or he was reading her mind during her visit. In truth he felt like she would want to come, and with his security even lazier about him the chance was great.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dff4d">"You can answer me tomorrow if you wish to join, when we practice I will explain further."</span>though he did not say more as he turns his head to gaze at her though his hair. Watching her with his eyes as her figure clad in leathers would once more move across the courtyard. Tomorrow being a long ways off, and he kind of felt glad for the moment he had with her.<br/><br/>Without her company he could hear the crickets return, eyes slowly drifting close as he relaxes. Chains clinking slightly as he sags once more, some how finding sleep. Comfort was an exaggerated lie, as he wakes to the painful burning tingling in his hands and fingers. Rising with a start as he straightens up flexing his entire arms up to his fingers, balling them into fists. Trying to get the blood moving up there once more to ease the pain as his eyes drift open to the sky with light slowly creeping across it. The sun still a little ways off but it would be up soon.<br/><br/>Just as Karas felt his hands returning to normal he heard the swing of a door followed by its the banging rap of its return. From the direction he could only imagine one person, Rias. A mean old man with a grizly gnarled face full of scars. Beedy eyes cast at Karas as if finding his favorite thing in the world, someone suffering. With a little bound in his casual step, Rias approached while adjusting his clothing as if he had just woke. Karas could only wait in suspense as the man approaches without silence, knowing by now it was Rias. One of the meanest of the group that kept them all here, and no easy push over. Always one to enjoy tormenting others, but the leader usually kept him check when it came to the ladies. So he usually gave the boys a worse time.<br/><br/>Soon he stopped, standing behind Karas intently looking over those healing wounds. Something about the pause made it seem as though he were unhappy as those beedy eyes glare at them. Then out of the blue a crooked smirk smeared across his face, quickly closing the distance behind Karas before digging a finger into the biggest wound. Karas hissed as he tried to step away but could only lean so far, and it made Rias follow putting his whole weight into it as he leans in close.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff4d">"Boy, I do not like how your body heals everything. No matter what happens to you, mark, stitch, burn.... none of it stays, Nothing. It's like your punishments never happen, and that is why I do Not like it."</span>The grumble of the old man who's breath was something terrible. Karas tried his best not to gag at the smell when he got close enough to torment him with it. Quite the drinker, stomach acid and liqour are a horrible combo to be anywhere around. Though Rias enjoyed making people recoil, tormenting them by getting into their face without letting them back away.<br/><br/>It took everything not to let that horrid smell make him react any further than the hiss of pain. Stiffening even more as he grits his teeth while another finger finds another of his wounds. Rias stiffened and stopped as he pushed off of Karas when another door opened across the courtyard behind him. Rias trying to play it cool as he tells Karas<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff4d">"Lets see if you defend another one of your boys tonight. Perhaps I can see your pretty little back get some more marks."</span>amused with his tormenting words.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffff">"Rias, is there a problem?"</span>came a stern voice from behind them. Jack is the leader of the group, and it was his voice calling out across the courtyard. Rias snickered while slapping Karas across his wounds, igniting fire in those wounds in the form of pain.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff4d">"No Sir, Just reminding Karas here that he's our favorite. If it weren't for his behavior standing in the way of punishment he wouldn't be here now."</span>Rias spoke attempting to sound genuine as he looks over his shoulder at Jack.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff4d">"Now if you'll excuse me I need to get the outhouse."</span>with that he stalked away grumbling.<br/><br/>Karas felt as though his back was on fire from the wounds with how they were treated. A throbbing reminder that Rias was on the top of his list to drop at death's door. Hoping he ran into him tonight to do just that as he glares after the man while trying to forget the pain.<br/><br/>Jack let the door swing shut behind him with a audible rapping snap. Someone Karas cared little to run into during his future escape. His gut telling him that he didn't have to worry about Jack. Who normally is occupied with the 2nd in command, gambling his life away to her. Always a gambler and Karas had heard of stories where Jack could gamble in his sleep which was something he thought impossible. Though to the man's credit he didn't keep much in the form of materials. Penelope was the 2nd in command, and they made quite the pair. Never showing their fondness for each other in public, but it might not be considered fondness if it were a one way road. They were strict, gave the orders and gave the punishments if they weren't met. Leading a group called the Rising Corpses that worked for another affiliate Karas did not know of. This is how the morning is starting, and soon everyone would be rallied into the courtyard where Karas still hung, only a matter of time before he was released from the cuffs.