[He listens. He listens to every fucking word that comes out of Roman's mouth in between the cracks of the belt. Roman doesn't hold back with the snap-quick swing of his arm. So Victor doesn't bother holding back either.
He howls. He howls like a cat in heat, the sheets and blankets bunching up between his fingers. There is no one on this apartment floor that will be unaccosted by Victor's wailing. The pain is far too intense, too pointed and severe to ignore. Muffling his cries by biting the sheets, does nothing.
By the time Roman finally asks his questions Victor is shaking, on the precipice of finishing far too soon.]
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He howls. He howls like a cat in heat, the sheets and blankets bunching up between his fingers. There is no one on this apartment floor that will be unaccosted by Victor's wailing. The pain is far too intense, too pointed and severe to ignore. Muffling his cries by biting the sheets, does nothing.
By the time Roman finally asks his questions Victor is shaking, on the precipice of finishing far too soon.]
Y-Yeah.