The moment Kane's hand came back covered in blood Abbaddon knew he was busted. He'd made it almost the entire week. Another day and it would have been all good. He would have been able to eat and heal up tomorrow morning. So he didn't fight Kane as the man stripped off his shirt and surveyed the damage, and boy was there damage to behold.<br/><br/>7 days of layered flogging leaves quite the impact. The freshest ones still bleeding freely from his session this morning, the oldest ones looked at least partially healed, even though they had split back open. The wounds had been cleaned, but not well as Ab couldn't reach them all. There were remnants of a white powder Kane might recognise, one battlefield meds used to form a temporary clot to stop bleeding. The blood was oozing down his back and had soaked his shirt rather quickly once the wounds were reopened.<br/><br/>Why was it harder to hear Lane ask who had dome this? He knows he can't lie anymore and his heart winds up chocking him as he tries to tell his husband the truth. "It's okay Kane. No one did this to me. I did it." He admits. If Kane looked close it would be fairly evident that was true, given the location and groupings of the lashes. "It's fine. They just need to be cleaned and bandaged." He says.