The smell was another thing entirely, but it was one of those many things Cloud had decided to simply not think about.

And that was when Cloud fell into his usual defense in times of unpleasant and traumatizing incidents. His struggles to free his arms from the chains ceased, his eyes blanked and his protesting, muffled cries silenced. He gave up, putting up his mental shields to block out what was happening and let the twisted man take out his twisted desires on him. It had to be over soon.