"Poor slut," the leader muses, and lets go of Carver's hair. Laughs as Carver slumps, exhausted and hurting, and tries to just breathe. "We did go a little hard on you, didn't we?"

The leader motions to Pope, snapping his fingers. "Well, let's talk now. You can have him back when we're done."

Carver just closes his eyes. Too exhausted to do anything but drift. He doesn't think he'll be able to walk, if indeed any of these fuckers are serious about letting them live.