Jakob curse at the first kick, and curled in on himself when he was thrown to the ground. He endured the beating silently, not giving them the satisfaction of hearing his pain. When they stopped, Jakob glanced up, glaring at Julius, barely flinching when his face was grabbed.

"Am I really the freak here, Julius?" He asked, putting up a brave front while refferring to the other day when Julius had kissed him. He pulled his head from the ginger's hold, rolling into a sitting position, wincing and coughing slightly, covering his mouth. When he pulled his hand away, he wasn't surprised to see blood.