[He knows Lumine well enough to know what she means when she says that, despite the strange look on her face moments before -- trying to steer him towards the path of least resistance, to calm down and hope that they can come up with a plan, or at least stay conscious and alive long enough for someone to see them and help.]
[But that's logic, and Aether doesn't have a lot of that right now. He's being violated in ways he's never experience before, feeling a confusing mix of pain and pleasure that he's never experienced before. How much more humiliation would he have to take? How long will they keep fucking him like this, tearing him apart, tearing at his clothes and exposing him in such a way to the only family he has left? He wants it to stop. He needs to find a way, he needs to fight, to get free--]
[And as he tearfully stares back at Lumine, eyes wide and fearful -- she'll suddenly hear his voice in the back of her mind. Almost too soft to hear, cutting in and out like a radio with a poor signal:]
It hurts, it hurts, it hurts-- No, there, faster-- Don't-- Breathe, I can't, calm down-- Don't look-- Close, closer-- Don't look at me-- Just one hand free and--
[But of course, he's unaware of this, no idea that the Kizuna between them is broadcasting his thoughts. It's not something that can be intentionally controlled, after all, nor an effect he's ever experienced. And just as quickly as the thoughts are there, they're gone -- seemingly just in time for the tentacles to pick up the pace, Aether crying out around the tentacle rammed down his throat as those down below start fucking into him with far more intent than before.]
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[He knows Lumine well enough to know what she means when she says that, despite the strange look on her face moments before -- trying to steer him towards the path of least resistance, to calm down and hope that they can come up with a plan, or at least stay conscious and alive long enough for someone to see them and help.]
[But that's logic, and Aether doesn't have a lot of that right now. He's being violated in ways he's never experience before, feeling a confusing mix of pain and pleasure that he's never experienced before. How much more humiliation would he have to take? How long will they keep fucking him like this, tearing him apart, tearing at his clothes and exposing him in such a way to the only family he has left? He wants it to stop. He needs to find a way, he needs to fight, to get free--]
[And as he tearfully stares back at Lumine, eyes wide and fearful -- she'll suddenly hear his voice in the back of her mind. Almost too soft to hear, cutting in and out like a radio with a poor signal:]
It hurts, it hurts, it hurts--
No, there, faster--
Don't--
Breathe, I can't, calm down--
Don't look--
Close, closer--
Don't look at me--
Just one hand free and--
[But of course, he's unaware of this, no idea that the Kizuna between them is broadcasting his thoughts. It's not something that can be intentionally controlled, after all, nor an effect he's ever experienced. And just as quickly as the thoughts are there, they're gone -- seemingly just in time for the tentacles to pick up the pace, Aether crying out around the tentacle rammed down his throat as those down below start fucking into him with far more intent than before.]