He can't help it. Can't help the pain. The pain that surges through his entire body, reaching every crevice, and hiding place. It racks every part of him, reaching for those crystal water drops. The tear drops to fall from the corners of his eyes and hit the floor. It wants to pull him down, and strike him while he's down, and then it will laugh. It will laugh at his pain, his tears, his hurt. It will laugh till it itself has water running down its flushed face, crying from the pain of the laughter.

Sometimes he wishes he can help it, but he knows he can't. The pain is so much stronger than he is… and he can't help it. All he can do is lay crumpled on the ground, clutching at his insides and feeling his face cleansed by those pure tears… those tears that were never meant to fall from this. Even though he is hurting, deep inside him he's burning. Burning with anger. That sacred fire that ignites with everything around him. He can't release it. It will only cause more pain, but that flame is burning him inside out. He has to release it… because this fire hurts more than his scars, his bleeding wounds...

He summons up enough energy to pull himself up to his hands and knees, those beautiful drops still gushing down his cheeks. He hears him. His cruel, creepy laughter behind him. He hears the clank of metal on the ground as he takes baby steps towards him, pausing to catch his breath every now and then. The fire is growing stronger. It burns. He can't handle this any longer. This unfair torture… he never deserved any of this! He won't stand for this.

"Come on, Toris. Play with me!"

The anger shows in his eyes. He can't cry anymore. His tears have evaporated from the heat. He slowly lifts his head, and turns to face the man. The man is smiling. Smiling with joy as he watches the smaller man suffer. He can't believe what he sees. He can never believe what he sees. This happens all the time, yet this time… he's had enough.

"Stop lying around, and get up!"

Get up?! He wants him to get up… and play?! He's had enough of this 'playing!' He pushes himself off the floor, swaying as his head throbs. Ignoring the sticky liquid all over him.

"No." He answers.

"Excuse me?" Is the reply.

"No." He repeats.

All he hears is the creaking of the house they are in, and the harsh breathing of the other man. Obviously he will not stand for this. That was the not the answer he wanted to hear, and he shows it. Toris feels a sharp pain shoot through his side, and a hot liquid come out of his mouth. A hand pushes against his chest, knocking him back down to the ground, and a large boot comes crashing into his side. He coughs up more blood. He's scared. He's scared that this will be the last time him and the other man will be 'playing.'

"Iv-" He tries to squeeze out, but his vision is going blurry and the other man has started laughing again.

"Now that's how you play! Come on, make some noise!"

He's seeing shadows, he's lying in a puddle of steamy liquid, and the other man is laughing at him. I just want to give up now.. he tells himself, but he knows that this won't be the end of these 'play dates,' and he knows that the other man won't let this one be the last one. Slowly he closes his eyes, and lets the darkness take him in, letting the laughter drown out, letting the pain sink away, letting new scars form, and letting the other man pick him up and carry him off.