"Save it...Charlotte."  Zachery growled, planning to use this pain and turn it into a deep burning hatred for the woman that had done this to them both.  "Suck up....your tears...and use it...to make it through the night...if you can."  He continued, though he wasn't used to such thinking himself as the pain settled to a dull ache rather than sheering slashes up and down his spine.  Being bound was one thing, but being bound and having clamps on his nipples and testicles were an entirely different animal, one that was threatening to tear him apart if he yielded to it.  There would be no sleep tonight, but Zachery would try all the same to rest because tomorrow wouldn't be any better probably.