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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]

[ 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. ]