[There's not a thing he can do. So why react? Why give the clown the satisfaction?
Even if it burns his pride to hang there like a doll, to have that sinner so close, so within his reach, and to be unable to reach for him, to wring his neck, to tear his throat out, to...
Well, those aren't proper thoughts. They're quite ugly. But they're satisfying. And they're all he's got for the moment. Thoughts of what he will do if he gets free. Given the chance.]
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Even if it burns his pride to hang there like a doll, to have that sinner so close, so within his reach, and to be unable to reach for him, to wring his neck, to tear his throat out, to...
Well, those aren't proper thoughts. They're quite ugly. But they're satisfying. And they're all he's got for the moment. Thoughts of what he will do if he gets free. Given the chance.]
Going for that already? You reek of desperation.