Finn's eyes popped open at the sound, and he tried to pull away but there was nowhere to go. And now, he couldn't even struggle or else risk his life.

He wanted to risk his life, but the trauma of his childhood wouldn't let him. No matter bad things got, he had to live. So he was frozen while Poe did this, tensing and crying out against the pain.

... He cried out in the real world, too.

But in the dream, he could do nothing but beg. "Please, Poe. Please. Stop. I'm sorry. Please." It felt good. It all felt good. "Stop, please."