His cousin, the man in whom he detested, had not left his line of sight for three consecutive hours. It was a weird feeling however, he was unable to explain the love he felt for Terrence, the pain in which he had been causing him for what felt like the last few months constantly at the forfront of his mind. The pain in which wasn't present on his body. No marks showing, nothing about the way he felt portrayed the pain in which was being inflicted upon him. Had he already escaped from this pain? Had time passed? Did something happen in those memories that he could no longer remember? His cousin shifted, rising, walking to face him, the long pain educing leather strap hanging in his hand. Another round of torture no longer lurking in the shadows. Staightening his body he prepared himself to take the pain with strength and dignity.

"where is it little cousin?"

Where was what? what was being asked of him?

"where's what?" the confusion clear in his voice.

The crack of the whip as it sang of the pain about to hit him was the only response of the wrong answer he had given. Pain. It coursed through his body with vengeance, a unwelcome foe he hadn't missed.