[His mind is a blur of thought when the gag is pulled free from behind his teeth. The corners of his mouth sting; he blinks away unshed tears, panting out hard and ragged breaths.]
Please. The pictures you took— [a trembling attempt to squirm on the bed, shifting his arm from its bloodless pin under his back.] Please delete them.
[It feels like he's speaking past sandpaper, tone raspy and wet, cheeks hot enough to melt a candle. He can feel the come drying in his hair in a debauched mark of ownership.]
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Please. The pictures you took— [a trembling attempt to squirm on the bed, shifting his arm from its bloodless pin under his back.] Please delete them.
[It feels like he's speaking past sandpaper, tone raspy and wet, cheeks hot enough to melt a candle. He can feel the come drying in his hair in a debauched mark of ownership.]