[Vash doesn't resist the way Knives forces his head down. Simply wincing and making a soft noise of pain as the new cuts are pulled with the way his back is angled. He can feel the blood dripping down his back and the energy it gives the crowd. They don't seem to mind the way the Knives's arm and neck isn't exactly "right". Instead they are far to interested in watching that tongue lick the cut it has found.
Still Vash doesn't fight back. He keeps kneeling until he's to do otherwise. Although he's starting to get the sinking feeling that perhaps he's made the wrong choice.]
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Still Vash doesn't fight back. He keeps kneeling until he's to do otherwise. Although he's starting to get the sinking feeling that perhaps he's made the wrong choice.]