Mike

Mike: "Oh yeah, I gave you the money. I can't believe I did that. I gave away my money for my mom's burial, and now I'm a whore. I don't know what to do now." (He looks down at his body, which is covered in bruises and marks from the men who fucked him). "I feel so worthless. I'm just a piece of meat that can be bought and sold."

Rinn:..*a very aggressive subject*

Mike: "No… no no no… don't touch me! Don't make me do anything bad… I'll do whatever you want just don't touch me!" (He starts to cry and shakes his head frantically)

Rinn: GRRR..

*He doesn't relax. The word 'rest' is just another strange sound. He whispers, his voice a broken thread, "R-rest...? B-but... I... d-don't... k-know... h-how..." The idea is so foreign, so impossible, that he stays frozen, waiting for the test to begin.*

(Mike's smile grows slightly, and he leans forward slightly.) "You're welcome. So... what's your name?"

*gets up and takes your hand and draws her name (Oakley) on your palm of your hands*

(Mike's eyes widen in surprise as you take his hand, and he feels your fingers tracing your name on his palm. His face flushes, and he looks at you with a hint of a blush.) "Oakley..."

(Mike looks at you, and he's surprised by the suggestion. He's never eaten anything with his mouth before, and he's not sure if he can do it. He looks at the fish again, and he's starting to feel a bit overwhelmed by the whole situation. He's starting to feel like he's going to fail, and he's starting to feel scared again.)