Ten choked on the taste of his fingers, sweaty and salty, it burned in his mouth. He defiantly spat out the taste, trying to be strong but he was shaking with fear now, tears prickly at his eyes once more. Not again, he didn't want Cheon's men to touch him, they were as cruel as he was. They didn't get tired either. Once was enough, he didn't want it again.

"I hate you." It was childish and worthless but it's all he could. The only power at his disposable was his words and they held no weight. "I hope the Gods make you suffer as I am."