His body tries to cough instinctively as it grows harder to breath, but her hand is still at his neck, stopping him from moving. He eyes the piece of metal she has warily. Growing cold as he start to realize what kind of position he is really in right now. He doesn't stop struggling, but its in vain. She's too strong, and they both know it. He tries to pull away as she leans towards him, but the very solid floor below him prevents that from happening. He closes his eyes because he's afraid and its the only thing he can think to do, but also because what she was saying was true. He didn't want her to see how much her words bothered him, though somehow he thought she already knew. It wasn't supposed to happen this way.