Tired.

He's tired.

In pain, injured, and in despair, too, but he's so tired, it overrides other feelings. He could feel the ache of exhaustion deep in his bones.

Stuck in one position until a certain person mind-controls you to fight your ally/friend does that to you, really.

Blood clumped his hair together, his clothes stained with both dried and new blood. That ankle that hurts when he put any kind of weight onto it is probably sprained.

He could list many more injuries he'd acquired under Black Magic's "care", but it's not like he can do anything.

After all, he couldn't even move.

He's sick of being trapped here, sick of being used for entertainment, tired of everything.

And he couldn't even lift a finger, not even when Black Magic walks back to the cell and declared,

"Meet my new doll, Chastity."