[Slevin can't help the way he tries to twist away from Cassel's pressure at his neck, a strangled sound caught and dying in his throat where he refuses to let it past; his eyes half-close with the effort and he pulls in a harsh breath when the ache of pressure becomes the burn of none. He focuses on breathing, and absolutely understands the message.
He looks back to Chris, then, and meets his eyes squarely instead of watching what he's doing with the drill. It won't help, to know. He already knows. Then Chris is forcing him to look down and away and there's nothing he can do about it, the torn muscles of his neck aren't strong enough to fight his warden's weight, and there's another sound as he feels both the sluggish renewal of the bleeding from Cassel's efforts, and the sharp, cold tip of the drill. It's soft, this sound, and he can't afford to acknowledge it. If he starts, he won't stop.
Please, please, please, he wants to say, caught between the two horrific threats. Please don't do this. His jaw tightens, eyes unfocused through what he can see of Chris's torso, and he blinks back the moisture trying to gather in them.
He speaks very clearly when he opens his mouth, belying the anxious tremor, the panic building, just beneath it.]
Think about rephrasing to what? That's what you've got? Amateur dental work?
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He looks back to Chris, then, and meets his eyes squarely instead of watching what he's doing with the drill. It won't help, to know. He already knows. Then Chris is forcing him to look down and away and there's nothing he can do about it, the torn muscles of his neck aren't strong enough to fight his warden's weight, and there's another sound as he feels both the sluggish renewal of the bleeding from Cassel's efforts, and the sharp, cold tip of the drill. It's soft, this sound, and he can't afford to acknowledge it. If he starts, he won't stop.
Please, please, please, he wants to say, caught between the two horrific threats. Please don't do this. His jaw tightens, eyes unfocused through what he can see of Chris's torso, and he blinks back the moisture trying to gather in them.
He speaks very clearly when he opens his mouth, belying the anxious tremor, the panic building, just beneath it.]
Think about rephrasing to what? That's what you've got? Amateur dental work?
[Please, please don't do this.] Pathetic.