OOC ouch, touched a bomb
Sebastian looked upward, considering Hadley's words. He waited patiently, trusting Sebastian until the next words came out. He froze, completely rigid. His eyes screamed in fear. All the times Amy had approached him, asking him if he wanted to play. The games she created, and the ones he was dragged through. It always started so innocently, asking what he wanted to play. It was a game, forcing Hadley to choose how he would be hurt. Not a sound escaped him, the pointless hope that maybe if he didn't speak the game wouldn't start gripping him again.
This was Sebastian though, not Amy. His games were aimed in a much different direction. Hopefully. Hadley tried to think of something relatively painless that he could pass off as a game. Licking his lips he glanced at Sebastian. He didn't know much about the red wolf, besides that he liked sex and could lap dance. Maybe that could be it. Dancing? It came out as a question, an almost silent whimper. His ears laid flat against his head, hoping it was an acceptable answer. If this was Amy she would make him dance alright, but not in a good way. Pinpricks of pain as he tried to dodge her throwing knives was her version of it.
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