"Captain"
"Alright, on your feet!" The captain yanked the filthy blood stained tunnel rat to his feet by the collar. The man wailed and whimpered still grasping at the place where his ear had been, The captain grabbed one of his blood spattered wrists and yanked it behind his back followed by the other. "You're coming with us to answer a few questions about where my comrade is and exactly how many of you cretins are down here."
The captain growled threateningly into the man's good ear as he tied his hands behind his back. Aside from the constant wailing the man made no sign to show he heard, understood, or cared about the Captain's threat. Captain didn't care, the man would grow to fear them in the end. He wadded up a peice of scrap cloth that he tore from the man's own clothing and stuffed it in his mouth to shut him up. "Hey, doc, he won't bleed out on us from the ear will he?" He called over his shoulder then he turned to answer Marcus' inquiry. "We're going back up. Too many wounded to go splitting up again and I want to learn all I can from this cretin about where Camper might be. I want all of you who don't need patching up to grab a meal and check supplies for torches and the like. It's getting dark soon and those tunnels will be pitch black, anyone with enhanced sight is going with us as soon as I get a peep from this guy."
It was just as the group reached the stairs up that Captain heard movement. He stopped the group and signaled for absolute silence. He flattened against the wall forcing the captive to stay with the group and crept over to grab a look at the man that was ascending towards their camp. "Marcus. Knock the guy out he looks like a scavenger from the surface." Christ threats are popping up everywhere all the sudden....maybe I made a mistake bringing the group here.
Meanwhile in Camper's cell, the awful looking man had gotten to his feet. He was tall and thin but somehow a threatening aura manage to emit from his rickety frame as he drew a curved knife from his belt. The filthy blade glinted weakly in the dim glow of backup lighting. He ran his knotted, scarred fingers over the flat of the blade, eyeing Camper with a filthy glare, drinking her image in with his strange clouded eyes. "You're a beautiful girl, you know. I don't often have a beautiful girls visit me here. Usually it's filthy men. That's alright though.....I will only enjoy carving you out more....if you don't tell me what I want to know."
He approached Camper and crouched until he was face to face with her. His cat claw sharp knife scraped across the skin of her brow and down the side of her face to her jawline, his rancid breath blowing into her face with every steady breath he took. "How man of your people are there?"