Mike visibly cringes, though he's pleased the wand is back in the box. It's an odd game of give and take, of cat and mouse. Mike doesn't want to relent to anything, Billy wants to break him. It's a fucked up dance, so far, but Mike is doing what he does best: not giving up.
He couldn't attack. Not physically. He closes his eyes, trying to think. Mike can only really taunt right now, and he's not sure getting Billy riled up would be a good idea. Not now.
He isn't afraid of Billy, he tries to tell himself. Mike was raped, so what? He wasn't dead. Right?
His head is still swimming, mostly from trying to process absolutely everything that's happening. His head, too, but that's not because of processing it and a lot more because he's been knocked around a lot today. Fuck.
"You're insane. You're absolutely nuts, you--" He doesn't finish his sentence, grunting in frustration as he tries to pull on the chains again. Nearly uproots himself in the process, face hard and determined.
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Date: 2015-07-29 09:00 am (UTC)He couldn't attack. Not physically. He closes his eyes, trying to think. Mike can only really taunt right now, and he's not sure getting Billy riled up would be a good idea. Not now.
He isn't afraid of Billy, he tries to tell himself. Mike was raped, so what? He wasn't dead. Right?
His head is still swimming, mostly from trying to process absolutely everything that's happening. His head, too, but that's not because of processing it and a lot more because he's been knocked around a lot today. Fuck.
"You're insane. You're absolutely nuts, you--" He doesn't finish his sentence, grunting in frustration as he tries to pull on the chains again. Nearly uproots himself in the process, face hard and determined.