Tony lied there for a bit, feeling a little stressed out. He didn't want to let himself get beat up like this anymore. Too many things affected his life, too many things had already screwed up his mind as it was. He just... couldn't think of going back with the Glaciers. If he were gone too long, they'd find him, they always did. When he heard the knock on his door, he hesitated for a moment, then said, "You can come in..." he spoke rather calmly but there was a hint of a crack in his voice. Yeah, he was upset about something. Probably his life as it was. He had told himself to keep Hoping as long as he could, he promised himself he would. It just seems that certain times in his life, there was always a breaking point for most things in his life. One of those, was stress. His life had already had a bunch of mess-ups, a lot of his life was him getting beaten, and it hasn't seemed to change. Lying there, Tony covered his face with a pillow, so in case if Roslyn did come in, she wouldn't see the tears he was spilling out.<br/><br/>Just thinking about what would happen if he tried to go back to the Glaciers. What would Julian do this time to torture him? As a slave who was already damaged as it was, if they went any farther to damaging him, it may as well be permanent. There had been times Tony had seen a gang member get beaten to death, or even beaten so hard that the nerves in their body wouldn't function or have a purpose anymore. He didn't want that to happen to him. And with this white lie of his with Roslyn about the two in a relationship, things were bound to be found out. He had a feeling that if they were, wouldn't he get beaten too? Wouldn't he get killed for hanging out with the opposite gang member? Just those thoughts haunted his mind, those thoughts that upset him. Karma would get him back, he knew. And if the punishment was death, he'd accept it as it is.<br/><br/>He was lying on his right side, a pillow covering his head to hide his tear-struck eyes. It looked like it hurt to move or lie down, cause Tony always had to shift his position slightly. Who's to say his next beating won't cost him a arm or a leg?