"Except you're not letting me work." If he couldn't fight back physically, he'd have to argue twice as much to make up for it. And he was trying to take his mind off what was happening. It was a claustrophobic feeling, being restrained like this, his stomach sinking with each strap closing shut. "You want my brain, and you can't have that."
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Date: 2020-04-26 01:39 pm (UTC)