Edgeworth winced again. This time the pain was fresh, the ache of fingertips digging too tightly into already tender flesh. A sharp spike of fear shot through him, fluttering in his eyes. He had to remind himself who he was dealing with now and hold to the man's anger, which was oddly reassuring as well as frightening. His tormentor had never demonstrated rage like that. Mikk seemed to enjoy everything he did. The closest he'd ever come to anger was frustration, and that he simply exercised with punishments gleefully doled out.

Edgeworth shuddered and wrapped his arms around himself at his waist, hiding his sore genitals.

"Finding him isn't the problem."

'Even if it was, he's sure to find me...'

"I'm worried about what will happen when you do."