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 <fc #008888>Apparently, while all that was going on, the monster had managed to undo the button on his trousers, and is now very casually tugging the zipper open. "There, was that so difficult?" The grip on his knees shifts upwards, claws sinking into fabric and tugging his trousers down below his hips. "But since you can't exactly cry for help now, I think it's time to play a different game, don't you?" Something nestles against the inside of his right thigh; the hands on his legs reinforce their grip on his knees, pinning them to the ground, angled apart.</fc>
+Of course, Bastien's throat doesn't care about the creature's intentions. As a digit tangibly slides across the back of his tongue and into his windpipe, a reflex heightened by his slow suffocation guides his throat into a futile spasm, squeezing against the unrelenting obsidian tendril, trying to dislodge it. The perfect friction lies at surreal odds with how unsuccessful his throat's grip on it is - failing, the reflex simply tries again, and then again, and once more, until it morphs into a punishing cramp. For a moment, Bastien's fear is eclipsed by another: He won't be able to stop the futile gesture, its alien trigger isn't going away. Thankfully, even his instincts realise their own futility and relent, leaving him with a profound sense of dread and non-verbal instructions to hold still if he enjoys //not gagging//, the fierce, lingering ache of it serving as a symbol of a cautionary tale.
+With the fresh breath that's suddenly enabled comes a profound tension gripping his whole body, that desire to hold still. His mind baulks at any attempt to parse what might happen next, preoccupied with keeping him steady, with not letting his eager heartbeat stir him into another gagging fit, preoccupied with how absolutely vulnerable he is to this creature, preoccupied with the impossibility of all of it. Hesitantly, some part of his mind pleads for death, simply to end all this uncertainty, even as he's panting desperately to stay alive, to replenish his oxygen supply. His eyes squeeze shut, hot tears silently running down his face.
 **✘ IN PROGRESS**