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[thedifferencebetween]

Handsome Jack here! I'm way too busy being awesome to answer the phone, but tell me why you're calling and if you're important enough, your people will hear from my people.

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[atlasrising]

[ Just when he thinks it's all over, the grip on his throat loosens. Rhys would think that shows a sign of something worse is going to happen, but his brain is foggy and his thoughts are a clouded, jumbled mess. The second Jack gives Rhys an ounce of an opportunity to breathe, he's gasps for air against his hand, body shaking with the effort.

It's hard to hear, but Jack talks...and holy hell is it scary. With every gasp he can make out a little more, but the weakness is still there. His head lols against Jack's hand, his shoulders sag. There's hardly any fight in him anymore.

When he's told to, Rhys listens. He nods only once, throat on fire, neck searing with pain. There's not much more he can do.

Except for one thing. Against Jack's hand, sounding all horse and muffled, he'll whisper 'please'. ]

[thedifferencebetween]

That's right, beg me. Now we're getting somewhere!

[Jack keeps the pressure consistent, allowing Rhys just enough breath to comprehend him. He turns, propping himself against the wall, holding the younger man tightly. What shampoo does he use? That's nice. Smells good.]

[Or maybe that's just the sweet scent of terror.]

And you understand how easy this was for me? This? This is a warning, sweetcheeks. This is the tip of the iceberg of pain that I'm capable of causing you.

[He gives one more firm squeeze and then releases, ready to grab Rhys if he falls. Which Jack is expecting. Rhys...looks pretty red in the face. Wow. That's a good look on him, all breathless and ready to piss himself in fear.]

FINALLY i can reply to this right if you want me to fix/redo anything let me know!

[atlasrising]

[ He would again, but he has no breath. Why hasn't he passed out yet? This hurts. Everything right now, every cell is starved for oxygen and they're telling him so.

Something moves him, his back suddenly props against something solid. It had to have been Jack who did that, who else would? His legs are shaking, just like the rest of his body; if it wasn't for Jack, Rhys wouldn't be standing. Rhys' head is against the wall, where he stares at the older man in front of him with a glassy, half lidded stare.

He's conscience enough to comprehend what Jack was saying. Things can get worse. Things will get worse. This was a punishment that honestly, Rhys wasn't expecting. It was stupid of him, so, so stupid...

Then there's enough pressure on his throat to make the black dots that had been swimming in his vision come back tenfold. His lungs explode with pain and he lets out a strangled moan, and then-

nothing. ]