The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[The Iron Bull]

Bull can literally feel his body roaring back to life, feel his stomach burning down the fuel placed in it to send health throughout his body. His wounds don't magically-- or supernaturally-- close shut or the like, but the fog in his eyes fades back sharply and the slackness in his limbs lessens. "'oo?" he manages as she's scrapping the bowl clean. "'hoo 'oo?" he tries again, his tongue still thick and swollen in his mouth. 

That was the only magical healing, the only healing of any kind, he'd been given during this entire ordeal and it had been scant and paltry. Still, whatever they wanted to use him for, it wasn't a use that would be served by him having a tongue bitten more than half through during a bout of electrocution.

[GamesMaster]

"Yaw can call me Miss Melissa," she says, giving him a thoughtful look as she keeps feeding him. "I'm the closest thing to a healer you're like to see 'round these parts. When they're done breaking ya, they send ya to me to put back together."

[The Iron Bull]

"N'br'uk." There's something hard, something solid and real, in his voice, even if the 'words' are just slurred sounds.

[GamesMaster]

"More's the pity. 'll be easier on ya to give up." She continues feeding him, her face not giving even a twitch in response. 

[The Iron Bull]

Bull manages to lean back, just a little, so his mouth is clear. Swallowing thickly, he very carefully enunciates, "fuck. No."

[GamesMaster]

"Hmm." A shame -- I thought we could use him, but defiant as he is, he's likely to be broken the hard way and leave nothing usable left. Still... with his size, if we could convince him, we could use him. "Any good reason? Y've got the resta yer life to be worn down, ya know."

[The Iron Bull]

"Cost," he says simply, closing his one eye. He's already starting to adapt to the blindspot, though the, ah, subpar competition they'd put him up against in what were clearly just proforma test fights didn't exactly push him much. I won't become-- I won't. I will never make someone cry like Ced-- 

No.

[GamesMaster]

"It'll cost ya more to resist." Plain and simple, pushing another spoonfull of porridge at him. 

[The Iron Bull]

Bull manages to smile, just a little. "Pain. Lo'sa pain. Death. More. Cheaper th'n break'n."

[GamesMaster]

She snorts. "I ain' a hero, boy. I don' understand what yaws allays on about, worsen' death."

[The Iron Bull]

Bull snorts, then flinches before carefully turning his head, very slowly, and spitting a wad of bloody phlegm to the side. He swallows a few times, then finally whispers, "family."

[GamesMaster]

"Ya gots family here?" 

[The Iron Bull]

Bull's lips pull back in a soundless snarl.

[GamesMaster]

"We all gots family out there, boy. Ye'll never see 'em again. Get used to it."

[The Iron Bull]

Doesn't matter if I never see them again. Just need them safe. "Tch," he mumbles, resting his head against the wall. "'s gud. Du'wan'um 'ere 'nway."