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Neil spits at Riko's shoe.
Everything feels like it's on fire. His knees throb. His scalp feels sore from where Riko hands had attempted to force him to submission. Neil fought back of course — the action earned him a sharp smack to his face.
Jean is rigid behind him. When their eyes caught earlier, grey ones pleaded trying to tell Neil submit. Sumbit or you'll get us both in trouble. Neil mentally throws him an apology.
For the first time in his life Neil welcome's his father's smile. "Feeling better?"
Riko doesn't take that well.
Neil doesn't remember that night.