The Law of Morterey’s Duality

“Oh, how is our precious prisoner today.” I heard the bitches voice somewhere, in the distance, outside. I just rolled my eyes and scoffed. I ignored her, the devilsbane and corpse flower injection mixture they gave me just seconds ago and continued to eat. Given that they have deprived me of my demon by suppressing his powers and abilities with injections and spells cast within the cell, I am unable to heal. I heal as a human would do, as they have disabled Ezel. They would only try to invoke him in the safety of the examination lab. And in those moments, I would be able to pick up dribs and drabs of Ezel’s energy to heal my human. This was the only reason why my human is still alive. Barely alive, but alive at least. The daily beatings I am receiving have affected my ability to hold the spoon, as most of the knuckles on my fingers are broken. So, I am holding the bowl and slurping this gloppy, unappetising mess with my broken wrists. And the pain that shoots through my broken wrists