The leader approached Alex, who was still kneeling helplessly on the ground. He knelt down beside him and took hold of the boy's hair, forcing his head up so that they were face-to-face.

"Now then," he said, his voice dripping with malice, "you're going to be a good little soldier for me from now on." Without warning, he slammed his fist into Alex's stomach hard enough to knock the wind out of him.

Alex gasped for air, wincing in pain as he doubled over. The other soldiers laughed and jeered at him, encouraging their newest recruit. As Loga continued to beat him senselessly, he felt another set of hands grab hold of his hair, pulling it harshly so that he had to look up once more. It was one of the other men, grinning wickedly down at him.

"Welcome to our ranks, boy," he growled before delivering a punch of his own.

You smiled warmly at the portrait, admiring not only Jason's incredible artistic skill but also the bond that had developed between them. It was clear that he cared deeply for Lily and saw her as more than just a nurse; she had become a friend and confidante during his darkest hours.

As you continued to spend time with Jason, you couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the role you had played in helping him adjust to this new life. Despite all the pain and suffering he had endured, there was still hope for him - hope that one day he might find peace and perhaps even happiness once more. And knowing that you had been able to play some small part in making that possible filled your heart with a warmth that nothing else could match.