He keeps struggling. Certainly not for Billy's amusement, but mostly out of anger and instinct. Billy will never break him. Mike is strong, he just has to find some way to survive like he always has. His hands move up to grab at the bar, trying to force it away, but Billy kept applying more and more force until Mike couldn't breathe in the least, not even a gasp of air here and there. His face was growing red, and suddenly instead of pushing back he just tensed.
The smell was back. His hands curled on the pipe, but instead of pushing away like he had been he simply grips it, neither moving it away or towards. Mike's mouth is open but his eyes are closed, looking almost peaceful despite everything else like his lack of oxygen or his body practically seizing up.
Because Mike could feel it. Mike could feel the moist air from the rain, feel, briefly, the wind on his face. He was back.
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Date: 2015-07-28 09:39 am (UTC)The smell was back. His hands curled on the pipe, but instead of pushing away like he had been he simply grips it, neither moving it away or towards. Mike's mouth is open but his eyes are closed, looking almost peaceful despite everything else like his lack of oxygen or his body practically seizing up.
Because Mike could feel it. Mike could feel the moist air from the rain, feel, briefly, the wind on his face. He was back.