Travis still felt it at times, his mind going back to that night when pairs of hands trailed over his body even as he struggled and tried to make it stop, it was almost a year ago, and far worse things have happened since then, but that one night still disgusted him to a degree he’s never felt before.

It was even worse when he was with you, you were the most gentle person he’s ever met, he loved you, and he knew you would never hurt him. But he couldn’t help but get squeamish sometimes when you were overly affectionate. He hated that he felt that way, he’s never been more angry in his life.

One night you were both laying in your shared hut, Travis was zoned out, silently spiraling as those memories came to him again, seeing the girl’s faces as they did whatever they wanted to him. He was a bit tense, hiding his face against the sleeping mat.