Beelzebub's eyes narrowed at that. So Famine liked Caveman Brow, did she? He would pity her if he wasn't so damn hungry.
Fuck you he mumbled, and then he struggled against his restraints, to no avail. His stomach was starting to throb, a tight fist pounding against his ribcage. How many days of this could he stand? It was agony. Even despite the bravado, he whimpered and tried to curl in on himself.