"I'm going to flay you alive," Mello hissed under his breath, doing his very best to tune out the hands on him. He was too disgusted and stressed to respond and he wasn't desperate enough yet to need to. All Sephiroth was causing him was discomfort and humiliation. And the worst part was that he was aware it had barely begun. The only way he saw through this was to get awfully good at dissociating himself from his body and ignoring. The problem was that that was exactly what he was bad at.