Dennis was lying on the floor. His head oozed blood onto the stone. His left arm hung limply, bones broken in several places, and his body simmered as pain lanced through him in waves. He had already lost track of how long he had been here. Initially, he had been grateful that he had not known much about the Order. No matter what they did to him, he could not spill secrets that he did not know. Now, all he wanted to do was die.