[It knocks the breath out of him less with force than surprise, turned onto his back and exposed, mouth half-parted around a startled little sound that breaks into a whimper as that chain is tugged on. His nipples hurt from the abuse by now, red and puffy, welts and bruises standing out on the pale skin of his breasts.]
I—I can't do it.
[The words are soft, mouth wet and messy, eyes shining with tears. A look of soft subservience targeted upward at Cy as if to demand make me.]
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I—I can't do it.
[The words are soft, mouth wet and messy, eyes shining with tears. A look of soft subservience targeted upward at Cy as if to demand make me.]