Allen's pov:

I woke up covered in blood. With out a thought I began screaming again. My arm.... my arm.... my arm. It was gone, I blinked over and over hoping it was just a bad dream. I didn't even notice that Road and Tyki were still here.

"Wow the Boy most be in shock." Tyki smirked a little.

All Road did was giggle for a minute. They left leaving me bound to the ground crying and screaming about my arm. The stump was bandaged tightly, there goal was not to kill me. I lost all track of time and place just looking where my arm was meant to be. I tried to flex my fingers or move my wrist but it was definitely gone. More panic set in realizing that I could no longer be an exorcist. I've lost my home again. How long have I been in this Hell. How many days had passed? Did Kanda think I had run off forever, or did he assume I was dead. Did he look for me, or was he happy that I was no longer around. These thoughts poisoned my mind and increased the volume of my voice. After a very long time my tears were dried up, no longer able to be shed and my voice had gone out. I sat in silence, feeling like an empty shell of myself.

Road pov: inflicting pain on Allen was a lot of fun but now we had exhausted most of our options of torture. I had already mentally tortured him once but maybe that would be amusing again. When I reached Allen's cell he almost looked dead, as if he was devoid of all emotions. Springing up more memories of the past might not be very effective. I threw Allen into a dream world or his own mind, I needed to know what he was thinking.

Everything was white for a while and I worried that Allen was fully broken already. The lights flashed off and back on into a world of color. We were in the black orders dining hall with one other person. Yu Kanda. That's it, if I bring Kanda here we could have more fun with Allen.