[The language, the tone, all of it succeeds in that purposeful implementation — Sasuke's will bends beneath its influence, shuddering when cool air meets the expanse of his bare back, shirt cut away in a clean line. The way Cy says his name makes him squirm, but not enough to tempt the knife near his skin a second time.
There's movement. He can't see where Cy goes in the cramped space in the room, in the dark, but he follows the sound, mind making guesses — concentration shattered by the sharp stab of pain in his arm as it is twisted further behind his back. Another sound is elicited, entirely made of air, ragged and panting. The slightest expression of that pain fished up out of him.
Do you understand? Rope on his wrist soon becomes a familiar chafe.]
Yes. [Shaken, shivering.] ... It hurts. You're hurting me.
[He tries for strength, even in compliance unwilling to lose himself — the words aren't weak, aren't desperate. He still carries that backbone of spirit yet unbroken.]
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There's movement. He can't see where Cy goes in the cramped space in the room, in the dark, but he follows the sound, mind making guesses — concentration shattered by the sharp stab of pain in his arm as it is twisted further behind his back. Another sound is elicited, entirely made of air, ragged and panting. The slightest expression of that pain fished up out of him.
Do you understand? Rope on his wrist soon becomes a familiar chafe.]
Yes. [Shaken, shivering.] ... It hurts. You're hurting me.
[He tries for strength, even in compliance unwilling to lose himself — the words aren't weak, aren't desperate. He still carries that backbone of spirit yet unbroken.]