He was breathing heavily and his eyes closed shut tighty to block the view in front of him but the voice he couldn't, the touch he couldn't. He could feel several hands running at his body leaving no inch of his body. He was drowning in shame and wanted to leave from there as soon as possible. He tried to find his voice and soon started pleading in his vulnerable voice.
"Ná déan teagmháil liom." he said in the hopes that the hands burning on his body will go away.
(Translation: Don't touch me.)
"Ná déan teagmháil liom le do thoil." he again pleaded which made the hands to squeeze his skin this time.
(Translation: Please don't touch me.)
He kept pleading to the owner of the hands to not touch him but all his pleadings went to dead ears but he still kept trying.
"Ná déan teagmháil liom."
(Translation: Don't touch me.)
"Ná déan teagmháil liom le do thoil."
(Translation: Please don't touch me.)
"DÚIRT MÉ NÁ DÉAN TEAGMHÁIL LIOM!" Ryker growled out and his blue eyes snapped open.
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