[[Lolololol. It ain't so bad. It's doesn't happen like. Every night. And even if it tends to happen a few nights in a row, it's not often it does. Maybe once a month my head refuses to agree to sleep. |D]]

However, he could decide as determinedly as he wanted that he wasn't going to tell anyone. It wasn't something he knew at the time, but there were some beings among the dragon community that had abilities further than those of others of their kind.
They were abilities of the mind, rather than the body. But, as said, he didn't know of this. He was unprepared when an old man opened the heavy wooden door and stepped slowly into the room.
''Has he broken yet? I would rather not waste time doing something that is unnecessary.'' The man had a whispy beard of snowy white, and seemingly more hair on his chin than on his head.
His eyes were a cold, icy blue, and looked more dead than alive, and his voice sounded similar to the sound a scratchy pen makes on dry paper.

[[So... No one thought to feed the mouse? Or was it wild? If it was wild, it probably wouldn't have done something like that. o _o]]

''Fine. We can't afford to waste any more time. I'll take care of it.'' The old man spoke with a surprising amount of conviction, walking forward and pushing the other man out of the way before standing in front of Dan. After many insults about what a disgrace I was to dragonkind and how this was unheard of in his day, his cold, dead eyes suddenly sparked to life, and seemed to give off an eerie glow.
He wondered what the man was doing, his lips moving but no sound coming out. He didn't have any longer to think about it as he felt as if his very mind was being pierced, someone listening to things no one should ever have been able to hear, felt his very being invaded with the mind of someone else. As the information that was needed was extracted, the pain was excruciating, and even with the support of the bars, Dan fell to his knees, breathing heavily, still gripping tightly to the bars.
When the old man had what he needed, he removed his presence from Dan's mind, and the younger dragon could think of nothing but how it felt as if there was a ter in his soul.

[[That's just... My god. Your classmates are so sick... It's a good thing I don't go to your school. Those guys would probably have bunsen burners rammed down their throats. While they were on.]]

''Yes. The person you are looking for is Paradise Wright, roughly 17 years of age, attending the same school as the betrayer. In fact, if you go there now, you should be able to catch her before she gets home.'' The old man glared at the figure of Dan still on the floor, barely awake.
''According to his thoughts, he loves her, and she hates him for some reason. He thinks it's good that she does, apparently. Perhaps it would make an interesting form of mental torture to have them share a room...''
The physical dragons were all about torturous devices that pierced skin and seared flesh, but the psychic dragons tended to focus more on mental torture or traumatising the victims.

[[Sure. :B

Amd yes, it is. Mostly because they would deserve to suffer~]]

[[''One of those animal lovers''? Not sure what you mean by that, I mean, I'm not vegetarian/vegan or anything. I understand it's impractical and highly unlikely to happen that animals will stop being hurt, as the human population does need a food source. No, I just don't see the reason for unnecessary hatred/neglect to animals. If you aren't going to look after something properly, don't take on the responsibility. I guarantee that if those mice had been cute and adorable little pups, the RSPCA/your equivalent of it would be in before you could say 'neglect'. I just don't know why it should be any different for mice, as they're proven to have the same thought processes and such.

Oh, and. What should I post? Is she in the room yet, or should I just post another emo thing fer Dan? :3]]

[[Lololol. I ain't logical, I've just got... different ways of thinking. :3
EMO POSTS FTW.]]

Dan remained on his knees, unmoving even after the dragons had gone. Eventually he decided he'd better sit up before he just collapsed completely like that and hurt himself further, even if that was all he deserved.
They were bringing Paradise there. If they even tried to do anything to her, to touch a single hair on her head, he would... What would he do? His thoughts hit a dead end as he shifted so he was sat with his legs outstretched in front of him, his head tilted back and resting against the bars along with his back.
He could do something. If he were to die or something, would they still go after Paradise? She wouldn't know the names of any dragons to reveal then. But then, what if they didn't leave her alone? She'd have no one to protect her...
His thoughts grew fuzzy, and his head slowly tilted forward until his chin rested against his collarbone. He'd figure something out... Get her out of there... He wouldn't leave her... To spend her life... In there...

[[Nah. More fun to watch Dan freakin' out. >D]]

Dan looked up, having heard voices and a soft thud. He forced himself to keep his eyes open, and was glad he had done. Paradise was in the room with him, and suddenly nothing else mattered. The voices that he had heard were drowned out as he made himself stumble halfway to his feet and walk over to her, kneeling down next to her.
He could see nothing immediately wrong with her, and figured one of the guys must have hit her, which made his blood boil with rage. Trying to push those thoughts out of his head, so he could focus clearly on looking after her, a terrible thought creeped into his mind.
Was she even alive?
A quick check of her pulse revealed yes, but that she was cold. No wonder. The air in the damp dungeon-like room was freezing, icy.
Slipping off his jacket, he draped it over her, wondering if it would do much good. There was dried blood stained in a lot of areas, and it was torn and ripped up like nothing on earth. In the least it was black material, meaning the blood wouldn't show up very well.
After he covered her, he wanted desperately to hold her in his arms, keep her warm and safe, but decided it would be selfish. She was terrified of him, so what would happen when she finally woke up?
Feeling in a half-dream, the dazed dragon-shifter stumbled to the far corner of the room and leaned back against the wall, slipping into a sitting position. Much as he tried to force his eyes to stay open so he could keep an eye on her, they refuse, and he was gripped by a painful sleep, full of dreams he wouldn't wish upon his worst enemy.

[[I've sorta written you into a corner, sorry. Dx Feel free to skip if you needa.]]