Tying Caim's ankles to the foot of the bed went well enough, though Farfarello had to make the bonds a little tighter than he would have liked. Caim would lose feeling in his feet sooner or later, and that was no fun for Farfarello at all. He wanted Caim in pain, not numb. But at least this way, if Caim broke free, he still wouldn't be able to get far, with his feet unfeeling and useless.

But as he moved up to work on Caim's wrists, the bastard managed to get in one good shot. Farfarello felt his broken ribs give way completely, and then one of his lungs was pierced, promptly deflating. Suddenly reduced to half the air he'd been able to get before, Farfarello coughed up a bit of blood, then chuckled ruefully. "Good shot. Bit too late, though."

Sitting down hard on Caim's chest, Farfarello planted one foot on the man's left forearm, pinning it to the bed. This left both of his own hands free to deal with Caim's right. Of course, he had to lean in to do so, which was a really bad position for his damaged lung, but it was that or leave Caim free enough to do more damage. Not much of a choice, really.

[OOC: A couple notes for anyone watching--this has all been approved by Caim-mun, and things are going to get really icky, from here on out.]