[ Zipper teeth cinch tight at Charles’ lapels, twisted by an invisible hand in the instant before they drag him face down off the side of the bed and flat onto the floor.
Erik has only just now started for him, but the room is small: three strides and he’s there to haul the smaller man upright. Two more see his back nailed to the wall; Erik catches his free hand up under wiry neckbeard, around the throat. His fingers bind hard into tender skin there, crushing muscle and pipe together, further stemming oxygen to the brain where his thumb hooks to dig deep into the carotid's flow. ]
You’re one of them.
[ Defiance, if any, is met with a helpful bite of bony fingertips to bring eye contact around to bear by force.
There’s nothing else left that Charles needs to see. ]
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Erik has only just now started for him, but the room is small: three strides and he’s there to haul the smaller man upright. Two more see his back nailed to the wall; Erik catches his free hand up under wiry neckbeard, around the throat. His fingers bind hard into tender skin there, crushing muscle and pipe together, further stemming oxygen to the brain where his thumb hooks to dig deep into the carotid's flow. ]
You’re one of them.
[ Defiance, if any, is met with a helpful bite of bony fingertips to bring eye contact around to bear by force.
There’s nothing else left that Charles needs to see. ]