[Taryon is dragged down the staircase, his feet banging on each step as he's rushed to whatever torture room they have set up for him. The carpeting disappears, and he's pulled onto a simple wooden hallway, away from their quarters.
"Get his legs!" One of them yells, and Taryon is carried on their shoulders like the spoils of a hunt. No matter how he writhes in their grasps, their hands are glues to his arms, his back, his legs--
One of them feels up the bulge between his legs as they approach the room.
He's tossed onto a large and simple bed, and as he bounces on the mattress, the hands return to roll him onto his back and pin his wrists down.] Oh god, please don't! I'm not ready! Get away!
[His loud protests are heard down the hallway over the laughter of the guards while they fight off Taryon's kicks to grip the fabric of his trousers.]
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"Get his legs!" One of them yells, and Taryon is carried on their shoulders like the spoils of a hunt. No matter how he writhes in their grasps, their hands are glues to his arms, his back, his legs--
One of them feels up the bulge between his legs as they approach the room.
He's tossed onto a large and simple bed, and as he bounces on the mattress, the hands return to roll him onto his back and pin his wrists down.] Oh god, please don't! I'm not ready! Get away!
[His loud protests are heard down the hallway over the laughter of the guards while they fight off Taryon's kicks to grip the fabric of his trousers.]