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Choking and spluttering, Daim gasped as he woke up. His eyes were wide and red rimmed.
“Leave him alone,” Sira said, wincing as he spoke through bruised and bloodied lips.
Nasrin tilted his head to look at him over his shoulder, “Where would be the fun in that?” he asked, his grin looking even more obscene amidst the bloody mess his mouth had become.
“Stay away from me,” Daim said, panicking as his attempts to escape, to move, to do anything were hindered by both the restraints holding him and the hot, lancing pain of his shattered kneecap. He couldn't even sit up any more, unable to use his legs or arms to push himself up.
Nasrin grinned down at him, blood dripping from his hand and along the blade of his cleaver.