Ian was making a good show, but that's all it was. He wanted scream his throat raw as he witnessed his legs getting turned into mincemeat by the deformed creature that was consuming them, but any scream that did go out was muffled by his clenched teeth and lips. He eas too proud, too willful to given into that slimy fucker. And then, it was over, the creature was being dragged back and Ian let out a ragged breath of relief, just managing a small smile to cross his face. Lorenzo was saying something, but Ian couldn't make any of it out through his pain addled mind, and he honestly didn't care what the psycho said. As far as Ian was concerned, he'd won this battle of wills. 

Hearing Sigma's voice and footsteps he looked up, wondering what she was doing. Then his mind exploded with indescribable agony as she shoved something into his left eye. Unprepared and already drained from before, the scream that clawed it's way out of his throat faced no resistance, his body jerking and straining against the restraints holding him, trying to get as far away from Sigma as he could. The scream soon grew into an animalistic roar as she yanked it out of it's socket, blood mixing with the tears that streamed down Ian's face. The screaming and struggling died down a little after that, only to ruse again as Sigma got to work on his toes. 

Ian's back bled as he thrashed about, the needles tearing gashes into his flesh as he tried to escape the pain, all of the pain. About 5 minutes after Sigma finishes, Ian would be huddling up as far into himself as his body and restraints would allow, his figure shuddering violently as his screams broke down into agonized sobs. His remaining eye was covered by his hair, leaving only the gaping socket to be visible to those present.

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