I clearly see beyond the kid's actions as his body starts to turn away from me and his feet back off, and reading his moves and mood gives me the advantage of time as I manage to reach out and hold him before he could give more than one step towards the door, barely able to turn around before I grabbed him.
"Ah! W-wait up! I say sorry alright! Ya stop!" He starts struggling against my grasp, his hands over mine at the back of his neck as his legs try to push him forward, and for a moment it feels like I'm holding a rat by its tail, making it desperately try to escape as futile as may be, stubborn in its wish to stay alive.
His attempts only put fuel at my desire to break him, but not his bones and body, that has always been so easy, a simple step on top of the ribs, or grabbing a little too strongly… no… I have always enjoyed breaking their spirits first, that was an art on itself.
