Things were fucked up.

The feeling of the tight ropes around your wrists started to burn your skin, your whole body ached because of the previous beating you received, blood ran down your nose.

Kunikida stared at you in impotence, wishing to break the ropes that restrained his own hands to go and assist you, but the current presence of a goon there made you both unable to act.

You had in mind that this would last very little, as the agency should already be coming to rescue both, but the torture still hurt. And what hurt Kunikida was the fact that he was left untouched and you took all of it.

"Torture me instead, goddammit!" That was what left Kunikida's mouth, a mere plea for your relief that would be ignored. The thing they wanted was information, not righteousness.