[ Wrathion being coated in duct tape is something the author desperately wants to see.

He may not consent, however, but the assurance that they can do this cracks his façade at least a little. His fingers flex, the uncertainty flitting over his features as he tries to process all this information. ]

We cannot wait too long.

[ Who knows what state they're in? What is being done to them? ]

Who knows what grim fate our captors have in store for them? I have seen enough horrors in this place already, and so have you. We must find them.