[Fuck fuck fuck this never works but if he stops attempting to escape or fight then what? He might as well be dead. The pressure makes him collapse on his hands and knees, trying to breathe, glaring out of the corner of his eyes from the curtain of his hair but he doesn't have to voice to call Ariel anything.]
[He raises his middle finger at Ariel even as his chest constricts in fear. Whether he passes out or not nothing is going to be pleasant with this, not for him. It'll be great for Ariel of course. But Sion doesn't want to be vulnerable, or at least, not any more than he is by necessity of being weaker than Ariel. He won't indicate his own fear though, still glaring poison at the man.]
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