James could handle a good amount of pain, he even got off on it under the right circumstances, but right now it seemed as though those blades piercing into flesh were designed specifically to be as unpleasant as possible without driving him completely out of his mind.

He sucked in a breath and held it in, tense and strained, eyebrows knitting together. His instinctive reaction was to curl his hand into a fist, but he resisted the urge, allowing the tools to cut into him, blood dripping down his hand and fingers, and into one of the bottles attached underneath the box.

Though he wasn't one much for gentle gestures, he reached out with his other hand and gripped at Shion's shoulder, trying to help him stay calm throughout it all.