As Brosh pulls down the leggings, Aldri's struggles become more frantic. He begins to kick and squirm, and he throws a hand back, as though to protect his reddening bottom from the blows.
"You don't need it!" he gasps. "To get through the--
ah!--chapel! Y-you don't need your sword!
Ow!"
The little room rings with the sounds of mingled slaps and yelps. Aldri's breathing quickens. He tries to gain leverage, kicking away from the ground, or twisting in Brosh's grip. It's no use. He is entirely at Brosh's mercy.
Brosh lands a particularly sharp
SLAP against Aldri's pale skin.
"A-howww!" The boy's resolve is fading fast, not that he had much to begin with. "Please! Let me go--
ooh! Oww!" His words start to come faster. "There's nothing to fight! In the--
ah!--chapel! Th-there's a gate! You--
oww--you just need a s-second person! I can't get through it alone! If you--
eep--let me up, I can sh-show you!"
He lets loose a sob, then buries his head again. Through gritted teeth, voice muffled from beneath his arms, he adds, "I
swear, I'll give you your stuff back after we get through the gate!"
