With each exploratory, tenderizing punch of that knife point, Trenton's bare chest lurched. Every cut left him wincing, cringing away to nowhere. "I tried to help her, I.." His words were soft, and moaned mostly to himself until the stranger spoke. Trenton's expression knit in painful understanding of just what the stranger was saying. Trenton was suddenly adamant, "No, I.."
The knife plunged into his side and he went wordless on a gasp. Then there was just an agonizing, silent second where he couldn't even breathe. It didn't matter that he was strapped down, in that moment he didn't move. His chest heaved with a revival of breaths, panicked and too quick when he looked down at the blade embedded in his side. "Oh, God.."
"No, no.." Did she try to push you off? "No!" He wanted to explain.. that wasn't what happened! It wasn't like that. When he'd realized Boyd was seizing beneath him, he'd stopped. They always got high and had sex. Always meaning that one time.
Did she cry? "No.." Trenton pleaded until the knife twisted, and then he dropped his head with a shallow, keening sound of pain.