Marilyn's POV
I pulled his hand away and asked, "Did you enjoy that?"
He didn't respond, and I didn't rush him. I just gently massaged his wrists, marked with redness and bruises from the ropes. After a while, I saw him shake his head slowly. Tears fell along with his emotions, landing on my heart and scalding it with a tender ache.
I continued, "Do you know what it's like when I play with people?"
Still avoiding my gaze, he faintly murmured, "Yeah."
Then I inquired further, "So, do you still think sis- was just playing with you the way she used to?"