There’s obviously a lot of backstory missing here, but this is from the last chapter I wrote in “A Path of Ashes” (unedited):
When the torturing had first begun, he’d felt sorry for himself and cried out in pain until he passed out. Then, somewhere over the course of the sessions, he stopped feeling the pain. It no longer mattered to him. His best friend was dead, he was the last of his family, the woman he thought he loved had betrayed him and the people that he’d sworn to protect were now dead as well.
Aeric Gaines was gone. In his place was Tracks, the wretched hunk of flesh that would never give the Vultures the satisfaction of hearing him scream again.