Taskill had been crouching on the bed, unable to watch the scene unfold. But even covering his ears he could hear Bryn berating Midnight.<br/>When Taskill heard the threat he turned from where he lay and watched, eyes wide. Bryn had not done such a thing in a very long time. Using captives against one another like this. Sewing seeds of hate and resentment among them. Breaking each one of them at a time.<br/>It was too much.<br/>Taskill had seen this treatment destroy spirits.<br/>"Bryn!" he called out, begging. "Please! He is young! He doesn't mean anything by it..." his words caught in his throat. He had spoken out loud before he realized he did. Beyond foolish and more than a little crazy.<br/>He covered his face again. It was little use, Bryn would torture them all anyway. He only hoped Midnight realized that it would not be his fault whether he sucked Byrn's cock or not. They would all suffer.<br/>Taskill looked away again and fought his tears of shame. He had not meant to yell out, he had simply reached his breaking point when Bryn used guilt against his fellow captives.