Uriah grinned in satisfaction at the pain that he was giving his toy. He enjoyed the sounds that he was making. He flicked the crop-whip across the man's back once more, watching the red welts coming across his pale skin. With each hit he felt pleasure roll down his spine. He had a sadistic mentality that he had no shame in using when he was at an advantage. The more he whipped his toy, the harder it was for him to remain in control of himself.<br/><br/>He tossed the whip down, feeling his control slip. He had always loved having this Human around him. He pulled down Cody's blindfold, wanting to see that look of pure hatred. He crouched down before him, his hand caressing the male's face in an almost affectionate manner. Would it be wrong for him to say that he had grown fond of the male? Despite the fact that he tortured him, it was sign that he was angry with himself. He was livid that he discovered that he feared the day that Cody escaped. He feared that he would lose the only thing that he could possibly care for.<br/><br/>He used Cody for his own sick pleasure, taking his internal struggles out on the helpless boy. His jaw clenched and a look of cruelty filled his mercurial eyes. His hand trailed from his boy's face and faintly down his torso. "It seems that you enjoy my punishments," he muttered gently. He clutched the boy's face with his free hand. "Should I continue? Or would it be more torture to stop?" He produced a sleek knife from within his robes, normally walking around with some form of weapon on him. It wasn't needed, but since he had the opportunity to use it, why let it go to waste? He took the tip of the blade and faintly traced it against the neck of his toy. The blade was sharp enough to leave a thin wound behind, crimson leaking from it. His tongue slid out and licked the small trace of blood on his knife.<br/><br/>Things were becoming interesting.<br/><br/>------<br/><br/>Tristan stiffened at the thought of Cody and kind of hell he was being put through. His eyes hardened as he stared at the ground. "No, we'll save him. Once everyone else escapes, we'll make our way through the Institution and we'll rescue him." He thought for a little longer before he nodded to himself. "When we reach Cody, I want both of you to run, I'll hold off the Magi for as long as I can." He was passed the sharp cutting object, and he slowly began to work of his wrist restraints. "Don't come back for me and don't wait for me, I want two to keep running from here."<br/><br/>Once his wrists were free he began to cut Winoa's restraints from her. He was the true definition of a leader. Strong willed, determined and caring. He would die if that meant that some of these people would have a chance of surviving. He didn't care about the consequences that would befall him; he only cared about the others. He wasn't looking to be a hero either but he knew that saw him in that light. No, he was the reason that the Humans had been enslaved in the first place. The Magi had come here long ago, trying to see if this planet was worthy of taking over. And he was the only survivor of the fight that had happened between the Magi and Humans.<br/><br/>He was looking for redemption and, Damnit; he would get it by saving them. It was pure suicide but there was no way he would back down now. He had been waiting for this moment. He yanked off the restraints from Winoa once they were finally cut. He was a rough man, though he was gentle with her. One, she didn't have the eyes sight that he did and she had always been reserved. He knew that he would have to hydrate this group somehow, and possibly have them fed. He glared at the Drone that came by, there was a tray in her hand, and she placed it through the slot. On the tray, there were a few cups of water and two loaves of bread. Everyone looked at him as he got up, inspecting it. Everything checked out and he nodded, though he knew that there wasn't enough for everyone. He worked better without any food in his stomach.<br/><br/>He grabbed one of the canteens of water and a small amount of bread. He placed them gently in Winoa's hands. "You better regain some energy while we wait, it'd do little good for you to be weak." He wasn't trying to be rude, but he did have a point. He watched as the pairs ate and drank water, replenishing their reserves. Before this night was over, he would be able to free most of them. Hopefully it wouldn't result in his death, he still had to save Cody and get him and Winoa out of there. But...he wondered if Cody would even be able to move far. He pinched the bridge of his nose, a headache splitting open in between his eyes. His head was already killing him from the injury he had suffered while being brought back. But he would manage.<br/><br/>"In two hours, we will escape," he stated to the two in a low tone. "Eat, drink and rest, you all will need it."