“You belong to me now. Know that. You are mine.” Watching as the other flew away, leaving him bleeding and broken. The ache in his body, his mind… the gaping wound in his soul - his innocence lost, ripped away. Struggling to reach his clothes, the senzu bean. Sweet relief as the physical wounds healed. Crying as he dressed, unable to cope with the horror he’d been through. Blocking it completely from his conscious mind.