Regret hit Damien like a wave as Sitta continued his bizarre, scent-obsessed ritual.
Damien recalled his bath at Caius's place—it had been a thorough one, and Caius had even helped wash him. But since then, he'd spent most of his time outside, his feet encased in leather shoes and socks.
Now, as Sitta's warm breath brushed against the soles of his feet, Damien felt like crying.
"Master Damien…" Sitta called out his name dreamily, snapping Damien out of his desperate attempts to mentally escape the situation.
Damien looked toward him, only to see Sitta looming over him, his hands planted firmly on either side of Damien's waist. Even through the blindfold, Damien could make out Sitta's face who is flushed and euphoric in a way that sent a chill down his spine.
"Master Damien… Forgive me!" Sitta suddenly exclaimed.
