Eventually, by slow degrees, he stops shaking quite so badly. Eventually his cheeks shift from sticky and wet to sticky and dry.
Eventually Wyll speaks again, voice as soft as the blankets. "I'm not going to tie you up again," he says.
Astarion doesn't reply to that. He doesn't shift the blankets down to look at him, either.
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[Ah. Are we connected again? Good. Apologies for any delays that may have arisen from our brief loss of connection. I'm sure you understand. Back to it, shall we?]
"Release it." "Release it." "Release it." "Release it." "Break it." "Release it." "Release it." "Release it." "Release it." "Break it." "Release it." "Release it." "Break it." "Release it." "Release it." "Release it." "Release it." "Break it." "Release it." "Release it." "Release it." "Release it." "Release it." "Break it." "Release it." "Release it." "Break it." "Release it." "Release it." "Release it."
[DEMON] IT APPEARS YOU HAVE REACHED A CONSENSUS. YOU WANT TO RELEASE IT.
[STICKS] Th- they want you to. Let go?
[DEMON] THEY WANT ME TO RELEASE YOUR ARM.
[STICKS] Okay. Okay! Fucking DO IT then!
[DEMON] OKAY.
[STICKS] W-wait, that's nOT-!
[DEMON] THERE. THE ARM HAS BEEN RELEASED.
[STICKS] M-my- my- my-
[DEMON] NOW. WHAT DO YOU THINK. FRIENDS?
"If our protagonist is named Sticks, I think I'm gonna call our demon friend Mr. Carrot (because they are a triangle and also I think I'm clever). And I think Mr. Carrot should make like their new name and try some positive reinforcement, since punishment doesn't seem to be helping."
I HAVE TO DISAGREE. I THINK PUNISHMENT IS WORKING WONDERFULLY. BUT PERHAPS YOU HAVE A POINT. WE CANNOT CONTINUE PLAYING WITH A BROKEN TOY. CAN WE?
LUCKILY. I AM CAPABLE OF FIXING THAT WHICH I BREAK.
THERE. POSITIVE REINFORCEMENT.
[STICKS] I- I can- I can-
[DEMON] MOVE IT. YES.
[STICKS] S-still fucking HURTS.
[DEMON] WOULD YOU RATHER I RELEASE IT AGAIN?
[STICKS] N-no! No. No, I can. I can deal with this. Fuck. God, you suck.
[DEMON] I FIND YOUR OPINION OF ME BEARS VERY LITTLE WEIGHT IN THIS SCENARIO.
[STICKS] Rrrrgh. At least I can do this.
[DEMON] CHARMING.
[STICKS] Yeah, fuck you, pal.
[DEMON] YOU ASSUME I AM CAPABLE OF BEING FUCKED.
[STICKS] Anyone can be fucked. Just a matter of determination.
[DEMON] AND YOU CALL ME A CHILD.
[STICKS] Hey, y'know what? Fuck you, too, whoever or whatever you are. "Release it" my ASS. You probably TOLD that thing to tear my arm off. Sadistic assholes.
[DEMON] MY. YOU ARE QUITE SPIRITED. I FEEL LUCKY.
[STICKS] I don't care.
[DEMON] WELL. FRIENDS. IT APPEARS I AM. WAITING FOR YOUR INPUT ONCE MORE.
[STICKS] Ha! You dumbass! You have to sit and wait for mommy and daddy to give you permission to play!
I could just walk away while you... oh god.
[DEMON] NOT AS MOBILE AS YOU THOUGHT. HM?
[STICKS] Fuck you. Just stood up too fast. I can still walk. I'm getting out of here.
[DEMON] HM. IF YOU SAY SO.
[The Plaything is trying to escape, it seems. Can't waste a good opening, can they? Well, the Demon still needs your input. What say you, Audience?]
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