"Too long," he said quickly feeling his very skin crawl. "I remember the first arm that dropped and the last. Everything in between is a blur." He wished she would keep quiet. The needle pricked lower down her back, stabbing quickly, enough for her to draw a breath in between questions.
"I used to be stronger. Even bigger than the Olympians themselves. They were frightened of us. Now I live under their boot." Despite her annoyance, he was growing more comfortable.