His body squirmed, he hadn't expected the movement to stop. Panting softly, he listened to Onin speak and fear began to prickle up his spine. He wouldn't be able to hold it in if he brought out toys once he got tired. Just shove something up his ass and turn it on high, sit somewhere and watch him crumble into a mess of tears and moans. A tongue against his neck made him snap out of it, and the sharp pain of a bite making his mouth open but no sound to come out.<br/><br/>"My reputation?" Jackson almost laughed at that, "I'm not a hotshot out of these walls! I'm daddy's little doll, his little prize." He began to squirm now, trying to tug his hands free from the other. "I'm a thing, not a person, this is what he expected," He proved his father wrong all of his life, that he was strong enough to protect himself, brave enough to face the scary men who drooled over him. He'd be beaten bloody by his father if he was dropped off at his door, probably scarred up so he was no longer a precious little doll and instead a used up rag.<br/><br/>"Fuck you, you'll treat me well enough not to scar-- You're all the same!" The last line came out as a broken sob.