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[She didn't know what it was like from his end huh? Well, maybe they could find out. His curiosity was getting the better of him and just like a child told not to touch a hot stove... he wanted to try anyway. So he reached out for her, clapping a hand around her wrist and holding firm in case she tried to pull away for his sake.
He felt it start at the initial contact, like a small pulse of static before the shock hit him hard enough that he tensed. He could feel his pulse flutter, heart feeling like it would stop at any moment if he held on too long. It was a rush that was soon soured by a chest crushing pain. He managed to find clarity enough to peel his hand off of her.
He pulled back, clutching it to his chest and heaving softly. His fingers and palm felt like they were burning, like he'd touched a live-wire and somehow survived. His nerves were buzzing and he felt jittery but aside from that he was okay. He tried to catch his breath, a small smile twisting over his lips. Maybe he was too much of a masochist but that was kind of fun, interesting... exciting even.]
Shit. You weren't kidding... wow. [He flexed his fingers, still huffing a little. Of course, he had no idea what he revealed to her in that brief contact or he probably wouldn't have done it. And it was barely a few heart beats even if it felt like minutes to him.
For her, she got brief flashes of years of his life, feelings of torment, hatred, fear, anger, being desperate enough to kill to survive and most of all, being alone, unwanted, hating himself for what he'd become, what he'd done. She could feel the heat and sweat of a dirty underground ring, staring down an opponent and thinking it was either them or her...
...a cold table, trapped, being cut into... a hand digging around in her abdomen... These things were all muddled together like a pile of photographs all tossed together in no discernible order, flashing by too quickly in what must have been an incredibly disorienting movie.
But the freshest memories lasted the longest, slowing down so she could watch. They were more vivid, she could see faces, angry faces and he was being beaten, unable to fight back. All the while she could feel that he was innocent, they were wrong, he hadn't done all the things they were screaming at him. He hadn't hurt that girl. He hadn't raped her or killed her, he loved her. But they wouldn't stop...
And then... when he thought he was alone one of them came back and...the pain was indescribable, that feeling of helplessness and panic. He was vulnerable and bound, unable to defend himself. These were the things he saw in his nightmares just moments before she found him. This man... forcing himself on him, taking his last shred of innocence...
His life had been too cruel, she could probably sense that much and she'd only seen pieces of it.]