He claws at her hands instinctively as he's forced into the air against his will. He can't breathe shit shit shit. Just as the panix sets in, he's on the floor again. He rubs at his throat, regaining his breath. His gaze is focused on the floor as he thinks of what he should do next. Would she tear off FF's arm? He didn't know, he just didn't. He didn't want to cooperate, but something this small. He'd just wait. Wait until she put FF down. Then he could be as belligerent as he wanted. After a few seconds he gets on his knees like she said and bows to her, and he's disgusted with himself almost instantly. Even back home the empress didn't go out of her way to torture trolls. She wasn't an empress, she was just a twisted vision. The thought insult gives him some small comfort. A very very small comfort.
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Date: 2011-03-16 05:38 am (UTC)