Tristan moaned in pain as he was tossed down to the floor, his body rolling. He was getting too old for this sort of torture, but he couldn't give up. He opened his eyes, the pain causing his vision to blur and the room tilt and spin. He felt nauseous as he lay on the cool floor, for once glad that he was lying on the ground. The cool feeling was heavenly. His side was aching, he could feel the blood pooling out, leaking onto his clothes and body. Groaning, he tried to move, though his body would have none of that. It wanted to rest and recuperate. He gritted his teeth as she tried pushing himself up off the floor, his arms trembled before giving out. He lay on the floor motionlessly, before closing his eyes.<br/><br/>He jolted awake when the door opened and he could hear another body hit the floor. He looked around only to see that he was the only one in this room. He wondered if the others were able to escape. He muttered incoherent words under his breath as he tried to move once more. Once again, it was a failed attempt. The door to his room opened and he winced at the light that shot in his eyes. Turning his head away, he was grabbed by his arms and legs, being carried out of the room. The bright lights around him made his head spin even more, just what he fucking needed. Groaning, he was strapped to a table by thick leather straps. His head hung low as he tried to fight going unconscious from the pain.<br/><br/>He jerked when he felt hands pull off his shirt and needles being injected in his body. His breathing became heavy and for the first time in a while, fear ran through his body. He had forgotten that he was to be taking into the Experimentation Room, the pain he had been caused made him briefly forget. Now that he was here, he fought to leave though the straps held him down. He looked at the needles that were connected to tubes, his brain trying to figure out what they were going to do to him. He began to thrash around as an orange liquid went through the tubes, getting closer to entering his system. He closed his eyes to block out the fire that spread across his body. He opened them only to see that they were dragging Winoa on to the other table.<br/><br/>"Winoa!! You need to fight!" He couldn't say anything more as the injections burned his system and he gasped in pain. His stomach lurched as if he were going to vomit. "W...Winoa..."<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>Uriah had been surprised that Cody had freed himself and even more surprised when he was hit, once again, across the face. How many times would he get hit today? He let out a low growl as the Human tried to escape him, but he was far too slow. He snatched out his hand, grabbing hold of the boy's hair and yanking him back. He caught hold of his arms, holding them behind his back, before slamming him into the wall. His silver hues glew with rage.<br/><br/>"That was not the correct answer," he hissed out, his grip tightening on the boy's hair. He jerked the boy's head backwards, his lips brushing against his ears. "You are begging for punishment, are you not," he whispered in a venomous hiss. He studied the boy's face for a moment, trying to decide what he should do next. He frowned slightly, knowing that it would be hard to punish the boy without him getting aroused. It was hard for him to comprehend, but the Human had his vices. "And since you have been begging like some whore, I shall give you what you want."