[Ianchus sags forward, the bound position he's in threatening to tip him over--but he manages to catch himself, pushing himself back and rolling his head back, feeling limp after the rigidity of the electricity running through him. He gathers enough of him to check where Jezebel had jabbed the apparatus into him, and is surprised to only see the flesh there is just slightly pink.]

It...hurt. It hurt everywhere.

[He looks up at Jezebel, then at the prongs again.]

I couldn't move.