[Those words – his words, somehow – grated his ears. He wanted to ignore it. Tune it out and think of a way to escape. But the delivery was far too convincing, worming its way into his mind and making it difficult to distinguish his thoughts. The way that voice blended with his own, swirling through his conscience with each inflection, almost left him dizzy.
Practically feeling the other man's breath on his cheek, he leans away, tilting his head toward the opposite wall.]
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Practically feeling the other man's breath on his cheek, he leans away, tilting his head toward the opposite wall.]
Good enough. Still alive, aren't I?