He flinched away from Russell's touch when the werewolf removed his gag and as soon as his hands were free he moved away from Russell and the edge of the bed. His back was practically touching the wall as he struggle not to curl up into a ball and stretch the broken skin on his back.
"...please don't touch me." Noctis' voice was soft and pleading, unable to meet Russell's eyes let alone look at the werewolf.