[Something pulls at his subconscious from the silent depths of dark oceans, tugging him into something solid, growing sharper, hotter and colder at the same time. Breathless. A distant part of him recognizes it as pain, and he grapples for the darkness, blissful unfeeling abyss. Hold on. Don't let go.
He doesn't know how long he's been holding his breath, fighting with every inch of his being to hold onto the torpor. His lungs ache, his bones ache, his head aches from concentration.
Then the tug wrenches him away, tears him in half, his nerves on fire. Agony.
His eyelids fly open, unseeing, and he gasps for air with a scream, trying to pull into himself, only to be pulled from another direction. He balks against the ropes with another painful gasp of air, his suddenly racing pulse making the blood flow freely from the incision.]
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He doesn't know how long he's been holding his breath, fighting with every inch of his being to hold onto the torpor. His lungs ache, his bones ache, his head aches from concentration.
Then the tug wrenches him away, tears him in half, his nerves on fire. Agony.
His eyelids fly open, unseeing, and he gasps for air with a scream, trying to pull into himself, only to be pulled from another direction. He balks against the ropes with another painful gasp of air, his suddenly racing pulse making the blood flow freely from the incision.]