Past
Jayce held onto Lianna's hands, feeling the overwhelming pain that was wracking his body. Her thrashing had become less severe, giving him confidence that what he was doing was helpful. It was as if he was taking a portion of her pain and bearing it himself.
Time seemed to stretch on as he experienced the torture which would not subside, no matter how much he wished it to. He started feeling delirious, as if his brain was trying to escape from the constant agony that threatened to snuff out his existence.
He began to feel his consciousness slip away, startling him greatly. However he gripped Lianna's hands tighter, using sheer willpower to fight back the pain which was threatening to destroy him.
It was then that he felt his eyes glaze over, as if he was transported to another place. It was dark, and he was in a room with the door tightly shut. He could hear shouting and fighting in the other room, before the sound of glass shattering and a loud thud.