A roar of pain ripped from his throat as the thick cords of muscle around his chest and arms tightened. Hayate screamed finally, feeling, barely, one of his arms fracture. He couldnt be sure which.his mind was numbed from the crushing power of the bearhug and the loss of circulation. He couldnt breath.he couldnt think.
The powerful python-like arms tightened again, this time getting no scream but just a groan as the equally powerful chest muscles crushed into the younger mans back, Chris relishing in the complete control. Aw, hey, dont worry, Junior. That armll heal sooner or later. Better hope so at least. Cant imagine its easy to fight anyone with a bad arm. He leaned his head down, hot breath on exposed, sweat-dampened throat. So keep screaming. Hayabusa cant help you out, though, Im not a liar.
There was another tightening of the vice and Hayate felt the last of his air forced from his lungs. He had been dangling off the floor in this hug for nearly a minute. |
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