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"Mmph!" he tries, and fails, to curse at them through the gag.
They backhand him, seemingly having figured out what he was trying to say. It stings, and tears prick at his eyes, but he refuses to give them the satisfaction of seeing his tears--
A tear rolls down his face slowly, and once there's one, more quickly follow, and he can't stop, closing his eyes.
Until he does, freezing as he feels the cold metal against his throat. He is completely unmoving, except his breathing, which keeps getting quicker, and he's light-headed, adrenaline making him stay alert despite that.