[In Person] *One day I will get revenge-*

[nuitdushasseur]

[For once it hadn't been a reminder of his past - oh no, he was waking up with a snarled cry from a very different kind of torment, sitting up and curling over hissing with his fingers curved into claws for a moment as he shook off the trapped helplessness - he knew exactly what had happened, he had been a plaything for the wretched fool that'd drugged his drink, a toy to work over, and whatever he'd been slipped had been potent enough to make sure that there wasn't a thing he could do about it.]

[He began to straighten his clothes, still hissing and snarling, barely registering the rest of the morgue just yet; oh, if that bastard wanted a game, he'd show him a game.]

[He hadn't even noticed yet that his eyes weren't their normal red and gold, merely one brown and one a lighter amber color...]