The room they marched Damon to didn't contain much. A chain dangling from the ceiling. A stain on the floor.
This is gonna hurt.
Yet, what else could he do? He knew those soldiers were looking for a woman. His woman.
He'd sacrificed himself to save her, but that didn't mean he was going to accept the torture easily. And yes, he assumed torture because they hadn't killed him the moment they managed to deactivate his body shield.
Despite his manacled hands, Damon caused some trouble - head butting a guard, lashing out with his feet - but they overcame him by sheer number, tackling him to the floor then dragging him upright to chain him.
He dangled, arms pulled taut, his toes barely scraping the floor. It put him in a rather precarious predicament when Fizz, that tentacled bastard, made
