"I'm not! I just want you to be nice to me. You ask me questions I can't answer and when I try to give you something, you don't want it." Ten let out a small, pained whine at the way his hair was yanked, knowing how to do it just right. Knowing how to get that reaction. "You could hurt me a little if you wanted. The good kind of hurting."

He batted his eyelids, hating himself a little. Was he really whoring himself out for a bowl of rice and some worthless secrets that didn't matter to him? "I wanna go upstairs. It's cold here."