[He's really milking everything out of this, isn't he? Well, at least there's no tears yet. A small saving grace. He swallows his saliva, the throat slightly bobbing as he holds back another quiet sob. The mattress creaks under him as he tries to trash against his binding, but all he can do is toss his head to the side, brown hair spreading on the pillow like a halo.]
You know nothing. [He repeats the statement, quiet words slurring a little.] You know nothing of her, no one knows. Not even him. And still he hurt her.
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You know nothing. [He repeats the statement, quiet words slurring a little.] You know nothing of her, no one knows. Not even him. And still he hurt her.