[Every cell in his body is trying to rebel at once, alight with dormant sense memory all at once, the weight of shackles around his wrists and chains around his legs, the sting of the whip, the heat baking his shoulders through the cheap clothing-
But slowly her voice, her gentle hand in his hair, runs so counter to all the sensations in his brain that he begins to return slowly to himself. His voice is hoarse, cracked and parched from tears and from hyperventilating.]
CW: physical punishment
But slowly her voice, her gentle hand in his hair, runs so counter to all the sensations in his brain that he begins to return slowly to himself. His voice is hoarse, cracked and parched from tears and from hyperventilating.]
Maya?