Another bead of sweat appeared.
Agonised; features barely discernible, the handle was rotated.
Threshing, tensing; the chair rocking with him, he spat the words defiantly. "You're wasting your time!"
"Wrong answer."
Another charge …. Another scream.
Shaking, he watched his assailant stand before him.
"So. Who has the better technique?"
"You do."
"Correct. And who needs to be more careful with their teeth next time?"
"I do."
"Exactly. Now, any last requests before I complete your punishment?"
"Yeah. Ianto? Do you think that maybe from now on we could stick to naked hide and seek?"
"No, Sir." Smiling. "I don't."