Kai opened his mouth. For a second, his old instinct flared—a joke, a deflection, a fake retch. But it died in his throat. He closed his eyes.
The abuse was never a fist. It was a performance . Vince taught Kai that love was a setup, that laughter was the sound of someone else’s dignity being flushed away, and that your true feelings—fear, sadness, shame—were just “puke” you had to spray out before the audience turned on you. Puke Face -Facial Abuse Puke Face-
The Hollow Crown of Puke Face