His hands were bound behind him, all his joints constricted by ropes. Two grown men cautiously held down the boy who was thrashing like a raging lion. Under such an overly cautious restraint, Roland could only submit to being manhandled like a piece of merchandise. A chill ran down his spine as the icy fingers slipped inside his clothes, meticulously and disgustingly exploring the smooth, tender skin unique to children, fondling selective parts of his body as if kneading a chunk of pork - his rage reached its peak.
"Ugh...ughhh!!"
"A sensitive little one – good aptitude and looks. We'll have a more thorough inspection later."
