Ryan grimaced as he was woken up by the guards and led into the cafeteria. He didn't sleep much last night at all. His arms were covered in multicolored bruises, cuts them as well. The injuries disappeared underneath his shirt. His wrists were raw and bruised from when he would struggle against the rope tying him down. The front of his neck was the same. His back was generally let alone, due to being tied down on it. He grabbed some food, carefully sitting down, hissing in pain as he does. It seemed like every spot on the front of his body had either a bruise or a cut.