Dustin trembled. "My grandmother is too...she will protect Reni who has done no crime. Unless it will start a war in which case I will with...with my life." He said in a shaky voice. However, at the touch to his hair that was grabbed and forced to look at the man. Screaming in terror as the man yelled at him. Whimpering and quivering terrified. He stood up on shaky legs that at first wouldn't support him. His arms wrapped around himself and he avoided looking at him. "You...pissed...already...and I...don't even...know why." he stammered out in a shaky voice. The touch turned him into quiet stone but made a scream of sheer terror leave his lips. "no...no...no...stop...stop..." He said in a fearful voice. Fighting the flashback and whimpered. "I will go...please...stop...no touching. No touching." He said. Clinging to himself tighter. This was yet another sign this was the Dustin who had entered these castle walls with Reni. With that he went with staggering steps with the man as he was still held by his hair. Then his hair must have been let go. He wasn't entirely sure but he went there docily. He didn't fight him...just followed the man as he had no idea how to get there. He knew the man was going to be touching him and it was obvious just the mere thought of it scared the hell out of the poor guy. His body tensed and each time he must've been pushed to keep moving he whimpered. The next push sent his lightweight form flying into the room.<br/><br/>His hands trembled as Kid Dustin told the older Dustin what he was supposed to do. His body turning bright red from head to toe as he unbuttoned the shirt in zombie mode. Staring at the ground in a stone like state. Letting the tank flutter down his arms and onto the ground. "No touching....no touching...sorry...sorry...sorry..." He mumbled the words sorry over and over again. The slip on pants were slid, with unintended sexiness, down his hips by his thumbs until the met the floor. His socks and shoes met the floor as well. His long hair fell in a way it both veiled and accented his rear end. He crawled onto the bed and whimpered in terror. Kid Dustin had been able to handle the thought of this.<br/><br/>The moment he was touched he was going to turn into stone and give Antony those screams easier than his younger self had. The man would hear the begging and pleading the man wanted. His face stung and was possibly going to bruise. His head hung as his hair fell in a way it was mostly draping and forming a pool of silk on both sides of him. His body in the position his Kid self informed him the terrible evil man wanted him in. "Touching bad....touching bad....sorry sorry sorry....touching bad. No touching please no touching." He said in a quivering mass of fear. His body moved until it was on the bed doggy style. He knew the worst part was going to come. Deep down he knew that it wasn't going to be just once this time. He didn't know what had made Antony so mad before but he knew Kid Dustin's attacking back had only made it much worse.