Ethan shifted his stance. He adjusted Julian's position, maneuvering him so that he was holding Julian under the thighs, his legs spread wide apart. It was the exact posture one would use when holding a baby over a potty for toilet training, exposed, vulnerable, and infantile.
"Put… put me down!" Julian gasped, panic flaring in his chest. He couldn't do this. He absolutely could not relieve himself while suspended in mid-air like this! It was impossible. The lack of ground beneath his feet made him feel insecure, and the position was too humiliating. He tried to struggle, his legs kicking feebly, but the man's grip was absolute, locking him in place like a vice.
"Be good. Relax..." Ethan said, his tone undergoing a sudden, jarring transformation. The mocking cruelty vanished, replaced by a voice that was strangely gentle, low, and soothing, though his actions remained as domineering as ever.
