"It always is with bitches like you," Jesse mumbled. He was starting to feel woozy from the blows to his head, and he just wanted to close his eyes and sleep, as much as he could in his bound position.
Moros saw this, and instead of stopping it, it gave him an idea. "C'mere," he said, motioning to Phobetor. "You can work with this, right?"
Phobetor eyed Jesse, who was valiantly struggling to stay awake, and losing the battle. He grinned, and it was slightly terrifying. "Yeah," he affirmed. "I gotta go to sleep, though. Works better that way."
He slid down the wall and closed his eyes, his breathing becoming slowly more even. He couldn't just pass out like Hypnos, but it didn't take much for him to cross the threshold from the waking world to the dream one.
Jesse's dream landscape was fuzzy but vast, and Moros sifted through images like someone else would read a book. Then he took the most emotional things-his brothers, his lovers, his son-and he warped them. He twisted them into terrifying creatures, with red eyes and razor-sharp teeth. He showed Jesse all of them abandoning him, which was his absolute worst fear.
They left, they died, they were hurt and he couldn't help them. They hurt him in turn, and left his body bloody and broken in their wake. And then Phobetor reset it, and had them do it all over again.
In the real world, Jesse thrashed in his bonds, whimpering in his sleep. The chains rattled as he shook and jerked, and tears started falling from his eyes.
"Remind me never to piss off Phobetor," Moros said, looking slightly impressed. "That hardly took him any time at all."