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Every time he looks himself in the mirror, he can see that disgusting man behind him. Touching him like he owns him. Staining, defiling his body like it's just a sex toy and nothing more. Maybe it is. Maybe he's always been a sex toy to everyone around him. He's nothing more than a cock-sucking whore, isn't he? He's a living temptation, driving others to look at him and sin.
Staring at himself, he shudders and hugs himself. Nothing to do with the cold, it's to cover his own sinful body. He looks at himself in the eye and feels dirty. Filthy. Like he needs to cleanse himself of the shameful traces that man left on him.
They want to rub at their skin with a sponge until it's red and raw. They want to tear it off and get a clean, better one, forget about the lingering touches of the one who their parents had promised them to. They want to kneel down in front of the toilet and start vomiting.
The white walls od the bathroom feel like they're closing in. The lights are too bright—their own reflection feels... wrong. So horribly wrong. That's not them, it can't be. Had they always been so ugly?
The door to the bathroom opens shyly.
"Diamond...?"
Nate's voice snaps them out of their own thoughts. They turn around—still on edge—and stare at the demon standing on their doorway, timidly peeking in. Their own racing heartbeat is all they're able to hear.
"Yes?"
"Are you okay...?" Its tail curls around its own leg, eyebrow furrowed slightly in concern. It doesn't approach, it doesn't move closer, but it doesn't leave either.
"I'm fine. Why do you ask?"
"You were taking too long in the bathroom, I got worried... is everything alright?"
"Everything's alright."
A moment of silence passes.
"You know you can talk to me, right Diamond...? I'll always be here for you."
iTrapped doesn't answer the question. He can't bring himself to—he'd rather forget about it than talk about his trauma.
"Let's go back to eat. The food is gonna get cold."
"... Okay..."