TJ had counted that Luca came into where they were being held three more times before they were moved to a different room. This room had a metal chair and a table full of different types of hammers and scalpels. It looked so much like a room from a horror movie, they didn't know what to think. TJ looked at the wall to notice that there were also more unfriendly things on there too, such as a whip, medieval metal handcuffs, and something that looked like pliers. TJ wished that they were just for looks but the blood on the floor, wall, and scalpels told them otherwise.

"Hello, TJ." Luca greeted, guiding in a tall older male, by what appeared to be a rope. He had long brown hair and what appeared to be black eyes, he was wearing a butcher's apron and had rubber gloves on, his face was covered in what appeared to be rust, but based on the room and his outfit TJ figured it was blood, and around his neck was what TJ guessed to be a leather collar. "How about you treat them with the pack's best hospitality?" He asked the mystery man, who seemed to get excited over this thought. "Oh, and this is Sergei. He is our current resident scorner. Have fun Serg, and maybe ask questions this time?" Luca said before leaving and locking the door. TJ wanted to know what happened last time, but figured if they were to find out it would be repetition and that didn't seem as nice.

"What? What does he mean?" TJ asked before they were answered when the man went and picked up a scalpel. "Sir, I-I don't know what you want, but please don't." They pleaded before a scalpel reached their arm. TJ tried to hold in the screams and whimpers, but they ended up screaming with each cut. "Where is Jordan?" Sergei asked. TJ said nothing, so the scalpel went across their arm again. "What is Jordan's plan of attack?" TJ said nothing, so the scalpel made contact again, blood started to puddle below the chair. It went like this for hours, TJ saying nothing and getting pain as a reward for not talking. And when they thought it would all end, TJ would be proven wrong by a new tool, or a new place being hurt. After a few more hours it finally ended and TJ was given a break to breath, tears running down their face, mind blank from everything but the growing fear of what would happen if they were to find Jordan, and what Jordan could possibly be doing. Knowing he and James were looking for them at this exact moment, made them want to tremble and scream. 

If Jordan was to get hurt what would happen to James, Olivia, Luna. Hell, what would happen to them. All these thoughts ran through their head as Sergei turned around back towards them, "Ready for round two, or are you going to talk?" TJ looked him straight in the face before spitting at him, some landed on his face, the rest fell to the ground. Sergei growled. his eyes flashing white, pure stone white. TJ flinched back, knowing this man had no humanity, no emotion, no pity, he was just someone- no not someone, something who was given the job to give pain. And the scary part, was he enjoyed it, he was the meaning of pure evil, and here TJ was stuck with him for how long they didn't know. 

TJ wished this wasn't how this was going to go, but with everything happening so far, this was all they were hoping was going to happen. They knew Jordan wouldn't give up on them, though sometimes, especially when Sergei walked towards them with that scalpel or whip, they wished he would. Just because they knew-they knew they weren't going to survive this. And if that was the truth, then TJ would make their last moments, saving Jordan, even if they knew this-this was the end of prophecy. They....they would be the reason of the war that was prophesized all those years ago.