Reaching up he hooks his thumbs behind the mask, pulling it free of his face and rubbing his eyes. With his face exposed he can finally glare at Len and have it be seen, his eyes narrowing, "Not at the time I sure as fuck didn't. Hadn't even done anything, just wrong place, wrong time and suddenly I'm barbecue."
For being immolated and having to wear a respirator for the rest of his life, he took it pretty well. Which is why he hasn't really gone into shock or started punching Len for the whole freezing thing. He's adept at rolling with the punches.
One shot of whiskey isn't really going to do much, but it's better than nothing and he knocks it back before latching the mask back on and getting situated with this whole tubing situation. Immediately he's breathing a little easier, which he assumes will be beneficial for what's about to come.
"Yeah, I've been tortured before, think I can handle it." He says it lightly, but he's actually not sure. The thing about being tortured is that he could focus on the fact that he hates the people doing it to him, distract himself by thinking about what he'd do in revenge. And he doesn't have that here - he doesn't hate Len, he barely knows him, and there's nothing much for him to focus on other than the fact his arm is going to rot away if they don't do this.
Already he's a bit lightheaded from thawing, the feeling as if his blood was full of crushed glass as it tried to flow through veins and arteries that were dying. And now he knows this is going to be awful. He's a big, tough, Black Dragon enforcer, but he's still human, and he still very much feels pain.
At first he's able to clench his fist and grit his teeth, nothing but hissed panting breath (and he's very grateful for his respirator back) as he struggles to not make any sound. But that doesn't last, it can't. He manages to hold his arm steady for Len and what feels like someone taking a cheese grater to his skin, while the rest of him writhes around in pain.
Kabal won't ever admit that he screamed, not even under threat of this happening again. In fact he's not really sure he is screaming because everything is agony and his thoughts can't focus. He's trying to not do anything to make it worse like pull his arm away or knock Len off the bed, but other than that he's a complete mess.
When Len pauses to re-wet the towel, Kabal manages to force himself under control for just a little bit, "Quasi-sadistic spa my ass."
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For being immolated and having to wear a respirator for the rest of his life, he took it pretty well. Which is why he hasn't really gone into shock or started punching Len for the whole freezing thing. He's adept at rolling with the punches.
One shot of whiskey isn't really going to do much, but it's better than nothing and he knocks it back before latching the mask back on and getting situated with this whole tubing situation. Immediately he's breathing a little easier, which he assumes will be beneficial for what's about to come.
"Yeah, I've been tortured before, think I can handle it." He says it lightly, but he's actually not sure. The thing about being tortured is that he could focus on the fact that he hates the people doing it to him, distract himself by thinking about what he'd do in revenge. And he doesn't have that here - he doesn't hate Len, he barely knows him, and there's nothing much for him to focus on other than the fact his arm is going to rot away if they don't do this.
Already he's a bit lightheaded from thawing, the feeling as if his blood was full of crushed glass as it tried to flow through veins and arteries that were dying. And now he knows this is going to be awful. He's a big, tough, Black Dragon enforcer, but he's still human, and he still very much feels pain.
At first he's able to clench his fist and grit his teeth, nothing but hissed panting breath (and he's very grateful for his respirator back) as he struggles to not make any sound. But that doesn't last, it can't. He manages to hold his arm steady for Len and what feels like someone taking a cheese grater to his skin, while the rest of him writhes around in pain.
Kabal won't ever admit that he screamed, not even under threat of this happening again. In fact he's not really sure he is screaming because everything is agony and his thoughts can't focus. He's trying to not do anything to make it worse like pull his arm away or knock Len off the bed, but other than that he's a complete mess.
When Len pauses to re-wet the towel, Kabal manages to force himself under control for just a little bit, "Quasi-sadistic spa my ass."