"What is it that you fucking want?" Now the growl came. There was nothing for him to lose. No reason to bend in ways that would keep him alive. "You want me to suffer? You can achieve that by simply walking away. If you women to be safe from me, then don't torture me. Don't rip strips off my flesh until there is nothing left of my humanity." He bit back on the last comment. The anger over everything that had happened could cost his life. And then it made room for self-loathing as he remembered the pleasure he had felt. The satisfaction and wholeness as he had finally been restored again. It was a deep pit. One he had dug many times.