They keep tightening their grip, slowly cutting off his air.

His legs collapse from under him.

They dont let go.

He continues to keep his eyes on Himitsu, silently hoping she was okay, if anybody had the chance to get out of here it was her. He soon passes out, his breathing labored and weak.

Once he's unconscious, they let go.

(time-skip to when he wakes?)

(Yeah)

(you start)

He groans softly, memories flashing before his eyes, reminding him what happened. He quickly opens his eyes, looking around for Himitsu.

He can feel strong metal bands pushing his hands into the armrests of an equally strong chair, so hard that he can barely feel his fingers, and he can feel blood encrusted on his wrists. The same thing is with his feet, which have been bolted to the ground along with his chair, so tightly he's lost feeling in them. He seems to be in a smaller room, and he's alone.

He sighs, "If this is the end, I'm just gonna confess everything, get it off my shoulders." He nods, "Like the weirdo's do in movies, seems like it helps." He nods.