<span style="font-style: italic">It was dark and only growing darker. Dherris couldnâ€™t muster the strength to due anything about it as everything was slowly sapped out of him. Memories, emotions, everything. <br/><br/>As he sank deeper and deeper into the blackness of death and potentially the waiting embrace of the Abyss itself, Dherris grew limper and more lifeless even in his spiritual self. He couldnâ€™t think, couldnâ€™t reason, remember, feel, or even draw enough energy to care what was happening. He just let himself fall into the blackness.<br/><br/>â€¦ Until he jerked to a stop just above the point of no return.<br/><br/>For a while Dherris couldnâ€™t figure out why he had stopped. There just didnâ€™t seem to be a reason why he should be hanging thereâ€¦ Why should he not just fall into the abyss of his death? Lazily he groped around, barely able to operate his limbs with his extreme apathy, and eventually he found that chain that held him aloft. Once he touched it though a strong feeling of some sort and a word popped into him.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">shey???................. SHEY!</span><br/><br/>He couldnâ€™t die yet! They had just found one another and now death was trying to tear them apart?! No, he wasnâ€™t going to give up. She could be in danger and need his help. He was going back to her no matter what the grim reaper had to say about it!<br/><br/>With renewed purpose, Dherrisâ€™ spirit hands grabbed onto that link that kept him going and started to pull himself back from the brink. Slowly he made progress as the rest of him just cried out for him to give up and finally rest. He wasnâ€™t going to give up though and as long as he still was making progress to get back to the only woman he ever really care about then he would keep going. <br/><br/>His rising hopes were quickly dashed though as just as he could almost feel her againâ€¦ the link snapped violently sending the flailing spirit of Dherris plunging back into the darkness. The empty space echoed with his screams of agony and rage before they drifted off into the silence of nothingnessâ€¦<br/><br/>â€¦ The Abyss eagerly listened and fed on it.</span><br/><br/>***********************************************************<br/><br/>Two Days Later<br/><br/>Another successful raid on a medical facilityâ€™s supplies, and one soul, of the one person who spotted the demon, now going through its own personal hell as it got digested. The medical supplies werenâ€™t for the demon, he was perfectly fine, nor were they really for treating the soldier he had discovered amongst the ruins of the destroyed warehouse. Technically they were for the soldier but there was a very specific purpose to them.<br/><br/>Getting her to the safe house had been a challenge and a half as the blessings bestowed upon her protection still seemed to be holding. This safe house wouldnâ€™t be discovered as easily as Sashaâ€™s old one; he didnâ€™t need the fancy dÃ©cor and luxury instead going for functionality. Of course he had a room set up for holding â€˜guestsâ€™ though he kept the restraints hidden normally. The cabinets in the rooms had been removed to reveal the restraints and anchor points on the wall, same went with the furniture revealing the floor ones as well.<br/><br/>The room was bare now save for a table and chair off to one side for the demon. His â€˜guestâ€™ was the main focus though of the room being situated on a raised hard surface with arms and legs spread. He had made sure she could move, having her not only bound at the wrists and ankles but also thighs and upper arms. She still had her uniform on for the most part, though a decent portion had been damaged in the explosion, but she had been stripped of any and all of her gear and armorâ€¦ boots and socks went too when he restrained her.<br/><br/>He checked up on her after he had gotten the necessary supplies secured and brought only what he needed. She was still laying there, she had been pretty much unconscious for the last two days maybe coming to in a heavy daze before just conking out again. He was sick of waiting for her though, she was miraculously largely uninjured by the explosion though some head injury was indicated by her state. He wasnâ€™t going to take care of her any longer without getting what he wanted out of her.<br/><br/>He made sure her gag and blindfold were securely in place before grabbing some smelling salts. Truthfully he wanted to slap her to wake her up but if she had all ready suffered a head injury then it would probably do more harm than good. Somewhat surprisingly, the burning sensation that the smelling salts induced actually did finally bring the young lady around.<br/><br/>â€œItâ€™s about time you woke up Miss Watson. I was starting to thing I had picked a corpse out of that rubble,â€ He stated simply as he walked around her form slowly. â€œNow as you can probably guess youâ€™re a prisoner of war but I assure you that none of the expected rules and laws are going to be followed here.â€ He lets that sink in as he works his way around until heâ€™s by her head again. â€œNow Iâ€™m only going to ask these questions once nicely. What was your mission? What happened? And what did you do with the women your team took from that warehouse?â€ The words coming out harsh and stern, expecting an answer and the correct answers. He removed her gag, making sure to be careful incase she tried to bite, and waited to see if sheâ€™d cooperate or decide to do things the hard way.