Stepping up

The touch on his wrist, Raze could see it, he could feel the claws on his hands rubbing against his skin. It was being held onto tightly, as if someone was trying to pull him, to not let him go, and to go against his wishes, to go against what Raze wanted to do.

'I don't want to do it... I don't want to do it!' Raze repeated in his head several times. 'Let go of me, don't touch me, don't touch me!' These words were being repeated in Raze's head over and over.

However, he subconsciously still knew in his mind that he wasn't to act here in front of all of these people. There were even those that were behind him; there were too many witnesses to the whole thing.

Still, his mind was switching between his conscious thought and the sensation of his skin being touched by another again. When looking at his face as well, the man's face, it was smiling.