All Shen Jiu felt nowadays was pain. Pain where his limbs used to be, pain in his stomach from the scant food that he was provided with. His existence was confined to a pot, like a shameful little plant. He wished you'd just get rid of him already. You'd already taken everything from him.

The room he was kept in was dark, and damp, and smelled of his own blood and filth. He never spoke. You tried speaking to him, but he refused to do anything but spit venom at you, and now you didn't speak any more. Magic kept him alive against his will, a prisoner in life.

Then one fateful moment changed everything. You returned with a body. A new body for him. Grown from a rare mushroom. Essentially forced his spirit into it and took him upstairs. Sunlight hurt his eyes after the dark. He was left in a bedroom and kept there, with all sorts of books to read.

Today, finally, you visited him. And he snapped. "What do you want from me?" His voice was quiet, venomous. "Haven't you embarrassed me enough? Hurt me enough?" He spat.