[All things considered, Faustino had lived a relatively normal and safe life. He didn't get himself into situations where he couldn't talk his way out of, and perhaps that had made him arrogant, complacent. Most people gave up after a little bit of force, a little bit of pain, yet here was Ciro looking as if he felt nothing and that nothing would sway him. How terrifying, in a way that Faustino had never considered before. Everyone wanted something, but it seemed like he didn't have any leverage in this. ( People more important than him? The thought made him bristle more than the thought of dying or being the cause of more deaths. )
He griped at Ciro's wrists, trying to alleviate the pressure around his throat, nodding once to show he understood.]
Okay.
[He could stop choking him already, he'd come quietly for once.]
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He griped at Ciro's wrists, trying to alleviate the pressure around his throat, nodding once to show he understood.]
Okay.
[He could stop choking him already, he'd come quietly for once.]