[Contains graphic violence that may be upsetting to some readers. Readers' discretion is strongly advised.]
[Johan's POV]
Pain. It's something he made himself use to.
Johan held on before the lack of oxygen knocked him out. Thankfully, one of his men approached and leaned over to Uriel's ear.
"We can't allow you to do this here. Let's leave before we get anyone's attention and bring him with us to the camp. There, you can do anything as you please."
"Of course. I was only planning to rough him up, anyway. He seems to like it that much."
Johan gasped for a much needed breath as Uriel unmounted himself on top of him. But a kick to the stomach folded him in pain, clutching his abdomen, his self-restraint breaking as he glared at the satisfied smirk on Uriel's face. Not yet. He shouldn't fight back yet.
