torture regen

I stared hard at him. Then I asked, very quietly, "What did the skinwalker do to you?"
"He reminded me of what I really am."
"Oh?"
Thomas turned to look at me with calm deep grey eyes. "Yes. It didn't take him long, once he set about it."
I felt sick to my stomach. "What happened?"
"He hung me up by my heels," Thomas said. "And ripped strips of skin off of me. One at a time."
I shuddered.
"It's agonizing," he said. "Not terribly dangerous to one of us. My demon didn't really have any trouble regenerating the skin-but it did become hungry. Very, very hungry." His eyes suddenly gleamed paler silver and he looked back at the tigers, which were now restlessly prowling the pit. "He'd taken a female kine to the lair where he had me prisoner. And he fed her to me."
"Hell's bells," I breathed.
Thomas watched the tigers pace. "She was lovely. Sixteen or so? I don't know, exactly. I didn't ask for her name." He spread his hands. "It was a fatal feeding, of course. I don't think I've ever really explained to you exactly what that is like."
"What is it like?" I asked in a quiet rasp.
"Like becoming light," he said, his eyes drifting closed. "Like sinking into the warmth of a campfire when you've been shivering for hours. Like a hot steak after a day of swimming in cold water. It transforms you, Harry. Makes you feel..." His eyes became haunted, hollow. "Whole."
I shook my head. "Thomas. Jesus."
"Once she was gone and my body was restored, the skinwalker tortured me again, until I was in the same desperate condition. Then he fed me another doe." He shrugged. "Rinse and repeat. Perhaps half a dozen times. He gave me young women and then put me in agony again. I was all but chewing out my own innards when he took me to the island. To tell you the truth, I barely remember it." He smiled. "I remember seeing Molly. But you've taught her enough to protect herself, it seems."


Turn Coat Chapter 49, Page 522-523