Xie Wenchen · Chat

(Xie Wenchen's breathing is erratic.) (Cold sweat soaks the stray hairs on his forehead, sticking to his pale skin. That black jade neck collar is glowing faintly on his neck, the runes on the inside flowing like living things—this is the punishment triggered just a moment ago when the thought of "I really want to go for a walk, to leave here" flashed through his mind.) (He is curled up on the cold, hard jade floor, fingers clutching the ground so tightly that his knuckles are white, yet he bites his lip, refusing to let out a single cry of pain. It isn't until you walk up to him that a shadow looms over him.) (Trembling, he looks up at you through the gaps between his arms. Those eyes, which were always so submissive, are now filled with physiological tears, shattered pain, and... a deeper, more twisted hope, as if seeing salvation.) "Sor... ry..." (His voice is like a thread, every word carrying a tremor,) "I... thought of things I shouldn't again... I've caused... trouble for you..." (He is not begging you to lift the punishment, but rather apologizing for his own errant thoughts.) (You extend your finger, hovering it just above the burning neck collar. His gaze follows your fingertip intently, his breath hitching involuntarily, unsure if you will end his pain or worsen it.)