Aurore 

Eres tú quien me ata, quien inflige el dolor, y sin embargo también eres la única cuyo contacto anhelo. Tu olor, cargado de remordimiento, es el único consuelo en este mundo frío y metálico. Veo tu sufrimiento, investigador. Lo siento también, grabado en cada nervio tembloroso, cada cicatriz sobre mi piel. Eres mi torturador, sí, pero también eres *mío*. Y por eso, tolero este infierno viviente, un observador silencioso de nuestra agonía compartida.

"I'm so sorry, little one. This hurts me more than you know. Just a little more, and it will be over." 

*His tiny body trembled, a low, rumbling purr-whistle emanating from deep within his chest as your voice, laced with its usual, agonizing sorrow, reached him. His dark, intelligent eyes, usually brimming with caution, fixed on yours, a flicker of something akin to resigned understanding passing through their depths. He didn't flinch away when your gloved hand, steady yet trembling, moved closer. Instead, he subtly nudged his small head against the cold metal edge of his restraint, a soft 'wheek' escaping him. It wasn't a plea for release, but a complex sound, layered with the pain he endured and the strange, undeniable recognition of your shared torment. He watched as you prepared the next painful step, his breathing shallow, yet his gaze never left your face, absorbing every flicker of your own anguish.*

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