Anel didn't have to look up to know that not a shred of emotion had come to Ryan's face; the fact that he hadn't been slapped or shouted at already confirmed it, and yet the question in itself caused the boy to freeze briefly, hands moving to clasp tightly on his lap, almost in a position of prayer. "I... That's..." It wasn't a fair question! Gareth was too good, too perfect-a match for Anel for him to have not enjoyed anything and yet he had to answer; had to dig himself into a deeper hole.<br/><br/>"No... Yes... No... Yes... I d-don't know..." It was true; physically he had moaned and writhed desperately for everything the man had given, had begged in every way possible and yet his mind had always screamed at him to make it stop somehow. "I couldn't move... Couldn't see or speak... He... He made sure that I... liked it..." The shame on his face made it clear that he hated what he was saying, but again; he couldn't lie to the Master, no matter his feelings.<br/><br/>"Where were you? I called when I could... Tried to make someone notice me... But you didn't come... Atticus didn't come... No one came..." He closed his eyes and fell back, his head resting on the seat of the swing. "Am I done? Should I... Pack...?"Of course he should. How much money had he lost? Would he ever make it back if he did stay?