Alana? That was her name---! Alana! She was ordered out of the room, and Nabris looked over at the grumpy lady when she began to press buttons. He continued to reach back and try to take the cords out with as little pain as possible, but to no avail. The woman---gosh, what was her name..? Ingrid…? Cruella DeVille? He wouldn’t be surprised… she had a nasty attitude---She drew close to him and gripped the cords, and he flinched away and screamed out in pain when she wasted no time whatsoever in ripping them free of his skin. The pain was so intense and radiated through his whole body, and he could tell that blood was running down his back by the way it tickled his skin and turned the liquid he sat in crimson. 

“W--What the---” His voice strangled out as his body seemed to contort forward from the pain “What is wrong with you---” Nabris seethed through clenched teeth. Of course he was immediately blown off by her, and she grabbed his face and began to speak in that accent of hers… about agreements and paperwork---God, he cared about none of that right now. “Y-yeah--yeah---” Was all he could manage to sputter, pulling away from her violently. He needed to keep away from that witch. 

Nabris slid off of the pedestal, but braced himself against it, reaching an arm back to carefully touch his back. When he brought his hand back, it was smeared with blood. It didn’t look… like it was bleeding anymore… Just that someone sprayed him with blood. He raised his head and glared over at the lady. Why wasn’t he calming down---he was focused, but his heart rate was so fast---he could hardly hear what she was saying over his own heartbeat. 

His golden eyes lowered to the new piece of jewelry she gave him. 

“[i]Oh, my own shock collar[/i].” He said sarcastically through clenched teeth. A sudden sharp pain ripped through his torso, radiating to his back---and then there was a crack, and another--- “A--Ah!!” He groaned, trying his best to stay on his feet, though his knees shook. He collapsed onto his hands and knees, breathing heavily to try and slow his racing heart. Nabris felt like his spine was ripping out of his body---what the hell was going on?! 

He closed his eyes tight and held his breath, forcing his lungs to strangle themselves before he had to take a deep breath. He did this several times until his heart rate was down to normal and he was focused. His body felt like… like it was rejecting him---was it because she ripped out those damn cords, or whatever they were?! Did that cause that? 

A layer of perspiration coated his body from the tiny little struggle, and he looked up at the towering woman from where he kneeled on the ground. The door opened, and he laid his eyes on Alana and the clothes she was carrying. 

“Thank God---” Nabris growled, sitting up with some difficulty, his breathing a little labored from the previous effort. “I think I need to wash up--- and maybe vomit or something…” He muttered, looking up at Alana with drowsy eyes. The pain had subsided overall, aside from the dull ache and the nausea in his stomach.