The instant Gareth's name was spoken the boy tensed and became deathly silent, slowly turning his gaze to the floor as he felt his heart race; thundering against his ribcage. Did Ryan know? No, no he couldn't... There was no way. Impossible. And yet he had spoken with such certainty that Anel bit hard on his lower lip, his body shaking as he gripped the chain as though it were his lifeline. "I... G-Gar-Gareth was... Was..."<br/><br/>He couldn't do it.<br/><br/>He couldn't outwardly lie to the man; it seemed simply forbidden, even after he had shouted and raged at the Master, he couldn't lie. The boy sank to his knees and hung his head, openly sobbing in front of Ryan, hands holding his face tightly as he shook his head. "I... I'm... I'm s-sorry... I... I couldn't, I didn't..." He swallowed and lifted his head to stare across at Ryan, his expression somewhat blank before he turned to stare out at nothing, biting his lower lip. "I should have... D-done something... Tried shouting but no one came..." There was a spike of bitterness to the comment. "Things were fine... Good. You know how I like the rough treatment." He laughed hollowly.<br/><br/>"I... Didn't want him to do it... I thought it would be like normal, but... But he... He..." Slowly, Anel turned to look Ryan squarely in the eye, his sapphire ones void of light as he said in a low tone, his body shaking violently. "He fucked me..."<br/><br/>He could almost see his Teahouse career fall from the sky and shatter on the ground below, could imagine the rage that Ryan would fly into. Would he hit him? He deserved it, certainly... Or maybe he'd just toss him out right then and there? Either way, Anel believed himself utterly lost.