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<code> > @@.hidden;Play with me@@ < </code>
<code> > [[Play with me]] < </code>
<code> > @@.hidden;Play with me@@ < </code>He leans over you, his smile casual. It'd be easy to mistake it for friendly; everyone else does, after all. He interlocks his hooked fingers, looking up and down your exposed body.
You were the one who exposed it, don't forget.
His smile deepens slightly. A thought has crossed his mind.
[[Ask him what he's thinking]]
[[Tell him to stop]]You ask him what he's thinking.
"Oh," he says cooly. "The usual."
You shudder<<linkreplace " with fear." t8n>>.<</linkreplace>> It's exactly what you were <<linkreplace "afraid of" t8n>>expecting<</linkreplace>>.
[[Ask him what that is]]
[[Stay silent]]You open your mouth to speak, but he's got a barb in you before you can.
"I don't like those words," he warns you. "You know that."
You did know that.
He extracts the barb, leaving an tiny wound.
He doesn't notice it.
[[Cry out]]
[[Stay silent]]You ask him what the usual is, just to hear him say the words.
"Oh, you know," he tells you. "Thinking of ways to hurt you."
You shudder. It's exactly what you were <<linkreplace "afraid" t8n>>hoping<</linkreplace>> to hear.
"And since you asked for it..." he croons.
[[HE BEGINS|He begins]]
You stay silent.
You're good at it.
You have a lot of practice.
"Well, now that I know you have no objections..." he croons.
[[HE BEGINS|He begins]]Are you crazy?
Do you want to make things worse?
If you cried out, he couldn't ignore it.
It would be your fault he couldn't ignore it.
And then what would he do?
Think before you speak next time.
[[Stay silent]]It lasts some number of minutes.
His nails are not kind. They do not spare you.
You can do nothing but [[suffer]].When you have a little bit of your voice back, he asks,
"That wasn't so bad, was it?"
[[Agree with him]]
[[Disagree with him]]<<linkreplace "Desperate to placate him," t8n>><</linkreplace>> you agree.
"Good, good!" he says, delighted.
He produces a tiny wheel of pins.
"Then we can try something even better."
[[HE BEGINS|He begins again]]You try to tell him just how bad it was, but he <<linkappend "cuts" t8n>>, cuts, cuts, cuts<</linkappend>> you off.
"Oh," he says softly. "You're confused," he explains. "It wasn't really that bad. Here, I'll help you."
You <<linkreplace "didn't ask for" t8n>>want<</linkreplace>> his help. He produces a tiny wheel of pins.
"Let me show you how bad it can be."
[[HE BEGINS|He begins again]]It lasts longer this time.
The pins are not gentle. They do not pity you.
You can do nothing but [[suffer|suffer 2]].
When you have a little bit of your thoughts back, he asks you,
"You know why I'm doing this, right?"
[[Admit you know]]
[[Confess you don't]]You admit you know why he's doing it.
"Good," he says, all praise.
You <<linkreplace "can't" t8n>><</linkreplace>> believe his praise.
His grin grows wider. He chomps his teeth.
"Then you already know why this comes next."
[[HE BEGINS|He begins again 2]]You confess you don't know why he's doing it.
"Oh dear," he says, all concern. "Then why did you agree to it?"
You <<linkreplace "want to" t8n>>can't<</linkreplace>> answer that.
His grin grows wider. He chomps his teeth.
"And why," he adds, "...did you agree to //this//?"
[[HE BEGINS|He begins again 2]]It lasts a long time.
His teeth are not caring. They do not consider you.
You can do nothing but [[suffer|suffer 3]].He finishes.
You gasp for breath, trying to put the experience out of your mind.
You look down at your body, unable to ignore where you've been hurt.
[[He waits]]
He finishes.
You struggle to breathe, trying to forget as quickly as you can.
You look down at your body, unable to ignore where it's been changed.
[[He waits|He waits 2]]He finishes.
You gasp for breath, trying to remember how to forgive him.
You look down at the body, unable to remember how it once was.
[[He waits|He waits 3]]When your mind starts to return to your flesh, he asks,
"Do you want to stop?"
<<linkreplace "Beg him to stop">>Beg him to stop<</linkreplace>>
[[Allow him to continue]]You allow him to continue.
"Good! I'm so glad," he assures you. "It's nice when you can admit what you want, isn't it?"
There's no <<link "escape">><<set $escape += 1>><<if $escape >= 13>><<goto "escape">><<endif>><</link>>.
[[Admit it]]
[[Deny it]]
What choice <<linkreplace "do" t8n>>did<</linkreplace>> you have? Of course you want it. How else would you have ended up like this?
Finally. Getting what you [[deserve]].You idiot.
Denying it is what got you here in the first place.
You never learn, do you?
[[Admit it]]It lasts, and lasts, and lasts.
His blade is sharp. It hurts.
You can do nothing but [[suffer|suffer 4]].He finishes.
You don't dare breathe, careful not to provoke him further.
You look down, and don't recognize anything.
[[He waits|He waits 4]]When he's ready, he addresses you.
"Are you hurting?" he asks.
[[Yes]].He considers this.
"I see. I suppose I should say something."
[[Listen]].He smiles, and his smile is like the groove left by a nail dragged across metal.
"I didn't really mean it," he informs you.
He reaches down, and extracts the forgiveness from you with a harsh twist of his hooks.
And then there is [[Nothing]].There's so little left.
"You're almost done," he cackles.
So little.
He runs one finger along the edge of his blade.
So little left.
"I'm almost done with you."
[[HE BEGINS|He begins again 4]]by <a href="https://opaopa13.itch.io/">Opa-Opa</a><<set $escape = 0>><span style="color:#fffbe5">There's always a way out.</span>
<span style="color:#fff3b2">Tell your story.</span>
<span style="color:#ffeb7f">Find the people who understand.</span>
<span style="color:#ffe34c">They're out there.</span>
! <span style="color:#ffdf32">THE END</span><<set $escape=12>>