Beelzebub squared his jaw at her, despite his fear. His resolve was strong now, but he knew it would shatter. He wasn't good at pain inflicted on himself.
"How do you know?" he spat at her. "You couldn't have been there all the time. I bet he cried when he was alone, curled around the empty hole you opened up in him. He probably still has nightmares about it, waking in the middle of the night screaming because you put him right back there, didn't you? Made him feel like the starving slave he deserves to be. And you actually think you're friends. He's nice to you because he's terrified you'll hurt him again. Slaves don't fight back against their masters when they are well and truly broken."