Everything within him said that this was a bad idea. Suicidal, even. Survival instincts, which thankfully had remained quiet since the death of his sister, were screaming for him to stop. To turn around. To go find Mandy or someone and cause mischief in the kitchens, instead. Something other than taking his will, his own life, and giving it over to a homicidal maniac.
But pride was a fickle friend, and it was this that had him showing up to the torture session. Anthony didn't believe for a second that he'd get the next day off. Or that he'd get through this without some horrific injury. He didn't enjoy pain, no, but it brought him one step closer to death. As long as he had know one to care about, not even himself, then what else was there to be afraid of losing? His life was nothing. Not now.
He opened the door without knocking. Dressed in sweats that were unraveling at the ends and a stained button-down, Anthony made it clear that he wasn't in the best mood or the best attire. Let it be over with, then. Let them know that he was no coward, even if he was stupid enough to show.
Just let it be over with.
"If you fuck me, I'll make sure everyone knows by daylight just how gay you are," he called out into the dim light.