Interrogation...torture?
Arkin grinned into the darkness, his head is heavy and his thoughts slow. He reached inside for his power but all he felt was coldness. "They must have used that dammed potion again."
For days now, they've been giving him a timely dose of mana-eating poison and the ones that affect his senses. He was tied into a chair with thick ropes.
Arkin didn't hate the darkness, but what he wanted was to have a couple of bodies with him; it naturally calms him, and if he's cutting them? The high he gets from that can't be compared to anything.
He grunted softly and shifted in place; he had already told them that they couldn't get anything from him. Not with physical torture, he who cut his own body for fun?
With his senses dulled he didn't hear the sound of footsteps until the door opened and light flooded the room. He winced and covered his eyes. "Can't you..at..least warn before shining that light of yours?" His voice is slurred.