The hallway outside the torture chamber was cold, damp, and right now silent as a graveyard.
Bane stood there, leaning against the rough wall. He had been standing there for fourteen hours straight. His legs were stiff, his stomach was growling, and his throat was parched.
But he didn't care. He didn't budge from his place. At this moment, he was practically trembling with excitement.
Through the whole night, he had been listening to the sounds coming from behind the heavy iron door.
He heard loud screams, and to Bane's twisted mind, it was a symphony.
"She is really taking her time," Bane thought, a shiver of delight running down his spine, "Fourteen hours straight."
"She must be flaying him inch by inch. She must be breaking every bone in his body, resetting them, and breaking them again."
