Bad, bad bad, and he thrashes, wrenching one shoulder rather badly, legs fighting, scrabbling against the floor.
Whatever he's supposed to be guessing, he knows breaking away isn't going to happen. So he stills, and then moves again, a fresh wave of adrenaline propelling him into another massive jerk forwards, wrists grinding, protesting down to the bone.
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Date: 2012-07-03 07:26 am (UTC)Whatever he's supposed to be guessing, he knows breaking away isn't going to happen. So he stills, and then moves again, a fresh wave of adrenaline propelling him into another massive jerk forwards, wrists grinding, protesting down to the bone.