[ The shadowed figure advances and the person behind the point of view trembles in fear as the belt is raised above the man's head. A woman's cry can be heard from off-screen, a desperate plea for the man to stop, but it's no use.
Then Dimitri's voice cuts through and Dokja jerks his head toward the other man, eyes wide at the realization of having an audience, even if it's just a single person. He's had his past laid out bare for the masses to consume and ridicule him for, and that trauma rears its head now. ]
Don't look!
[ Had the Fourth Wall been with him, Dokja could have acted more rationally in this moment, but the sound of lashings, of a child pleading with his father to stop, voice not dissimilar to Dokja's own, are the only things filling his mind. ]
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Then Dimitri's voice cuts through and Dokja jerks his head toward the other man, eyes wide at the realization of having an audience, even if it's just a single person. He's had his past laid out bare for the masses to consume and ridicule him for, and that trauma rears its head now. ]
Don't look!
[ Had the Fourth Wall been with him, Dokja could have acted more rationally in this moment, but the sound of lashings, of a child pleading with his father to stop, voice not dissimilar to Dokja's own, are the only things filling his mind. ]