Mason whimpered as blood splattered from his mouth. He had red marks and cuts everywhere on his body.

He was lying helplessly on the floor, whicing in pain,, still bundled up to the chair.

"Good, Kristen,, good... put him back up" Clyde commanded.

Kristen inhaled deeply. She was sweating profusely. She also looked quite anxious. She swallowed hard before raising the chair back to its feet.

Mason coughed and his head hung down. He was tired and weak.

"Mason?" Clyde smiled, stroking his hair.

"You know you don't deserve this... and it just because you aren't human. So, what are you, huh? An alien? magician? wizard? sorcerer? soothsayer? werewolf? out...