[ Fuuta is uncharacteristically silent in response, and for a longer moment than Esikko might have expected. When he does speak, his voice is quiet, grim. ]
… I dunno if I could talk about it like that, if that were me. Saying its “just humiliating.” If I went through that.
[ Handcuffed to a bed, screaming for help, left helpless while being scarred. It sounds like the sort of horrific shit that should only happen in horror movies or true crime shows, not in real life. And yet, here they are, with Esikko saying he’s fine.
Fuuta exhales roughly, hating the way his mind conjures images that feel just a little too vivid. Maybe it doesn’t help that he knows all too well what it feels like to be hurt by someone and knowing they’re enjoying it, thinking it’s justified. ]
That’s fucked up, that it happened to you. Something like that shouldn’t happen to anyone. You should be angrier about it, I think.
no subject
… I dunno if I could talk about it like that, if that were me. Saying its “just humiliating.” If I went through that.
[ Handcuffed to a bed, screaming for help, left helpless while being scarred. It sounds like the sort of horrific shit that should only happen in horror movies or true crime shows, not in real life. And yet, here they are, with Esikko saying he’s fine.
Fuuta exhales roughly, hating the way his mind conjures images that feel just a little too vivid. Maybe it doesn’t help that he knows all too well what it feels like to be hurt by someone and knowing they’re enjoying it, thinking it’s justified. ]
That’s fucked up, that it happened to you. Something like that shouldn’t happen to anyone. You should be angrier about it, I think.