Theodore closed his eyes, trying to focus his ears into hearing the conversation going on just outside the door.That old hump back. When he gets out, that man will be the first. This place was made horrible by that man. He had treated others within this prison with dignity at the beginning. That had lost its appeal quite quick it seemed. Most the prisoners at least got half a meal each. Theodore got nothing. He had been given a small cut from a loaf of bread once, but it was long gone. If it weren't for the facial hair he had, one might think he were a skeleton. that is, if they didn't already think that from looking at his torso. When the slender man had approached him he opened his eyes to meet the face of the young prince.

His left eye whited-out, clearly sightless, still gazed at the feminine features of the man. Not befitting of a prince at all, more of a women playing a game of pretend. Theodore coughed slightly to clear his throat. "But just a few minutes, sir" he said in a mocking tone towards to foul little man. "Thought I needed a stretch, m'lord." He added with a dry smirk. How was he to know how long he had been there for. Could it have only been a few minutes? No, it had to have been days. His belly had been almost align with his rib cage when he had been put on the rack. Yes, much longer. He coughed again. This time into a minor fit that tore and stung his throat, and when it was finished he took a deep breath in the regain the air he had lost. It was obvious just from looking at him that his right arm just no longer in his socket. The torture had already been carried out on this device. Evidence of using multiple devices was also very evident on his chest. The stubborn pirate still held his smirk towards the young prince.