Jim's little ploy wasn't just a vacation alone with his thoughts. Not only did he have to pay said criminals, but also sit through some actual beatings. It had to look real, and unfortunately, that meant it felt real too. The whole thing had been orchestrated by him at least, so they knew what to do and not to do. And they were lucky that they were gone when he heard the door. Jim didn't think that his payment would come back to him though in the result of death.
He was sitting on the floor, looking bored and a mess. "Have you come back to play?" Jim asked softly. No one could ever break him of his mouth - not unless they wanted to physically break his jaw. He shifted against the wall, wincing at his leg moving. "Still have all my fingers after all..." All fingers and toes might be intact but there was a slash mark across his chest that peeked through his torn shirt, his ankle was definitely sprained, and he had a handful of bruises and some dried blood.