[Ivan watched Volgin blankly, his thoughts at a standstill, only concentrating on the pain and the shivering cold.]
Yes, Sir.
[Obediently he gathered up a fistful of toilet paper in one hand and began to dab himself dry. It soon became soaked, falling apart and sticking to his damp skin.
So Ivan grabbed more, the process continuing until he was finally dried and covered in pills and flakes of toilet paper that he was too exhausted to bother picking off.
His leaned back against the cold porcelain.]
It smells in here... [The most noticeable odor at the moment, however, was blood; it was only that Ivan's nose had become so used to the scent over the past few minutes he could barely register it.]
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Yes, Sir.
[Obediently he gathered up a fistful of toilet paper in one hand and began to dab himself dry. It soon became soaked, falling apart and sticking to his damp skin.
So Ivan grabbed more, the process continuing until he was finally dried and covered in pills and flakes of toilet paper that he was too exhausted to bother picking off.
His leaned back against the cold porcelain.]
It smells in here... [The most noticeable odor at the moment, however, was blood; it was only that Ivan's nose had become so used to the scent over the past few minutes he could barely register it.]