Cody glared up at Uriah, hating the grin on his face. He hated Uriah looking him over. He hated not being able to hide his body's obvious reaction to the pain. When the Magi pointed it out, Cody curled slightly, covering himself. He turned his face away, not looking at the alien as Uriah looked him over. At the mention of Uriah stopping the punishment, a whine escaped Cody's lips. When he realized what he had done, he closed his eyes tightly, turning his face against the cold floor.<br/><br/>He flinched slightly when Uriah growled, then almost relaxed when he stood and headed out. At the mention of coming back, the young man felt a mixture of anticipation and hate course through him. After the Magi left, Cody fought violently with his bonds, struggling and whimpering as they cut into his skin.<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>Winoa heard Tristan's heartbeat pick up and absently reached over, resting her hand on his arm, in an attempt to calm him. Her eyes still stared blankly as she listened. To the surroundings and to Tristan. The screams suddenly stopped. She straightened up, blinking quickly. Her fingers gripped on Tristan's arm briefly before she pulled her hand away, murmuring an apology. She glanced in his direction and whispered, "Uriah. He's coming closer."<br/><br/>She nodded at his question and whispered, "I can help find him."<br/><br/>She drank a few sips of the canteen, then absently rubbed her ankles and wrists, then sighed. "Fuck." She whispered. Winoa sighed again softly and turned her back to the door, hiding her arms and legs. The longer the Magi thought the group was still bound, the better it would be for everyone.<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>Cody had finally squirmed and tugged at his bonds enough that he was free. He was honestly shocked that he was free, but didn't ponder on it. He lay facing the door, hands and legs behind himself, as if he were still bound. The ropes were hidden underneath him, hidden from view.