Yuugi closed his eyes, so he couldn't see the desperation in the other person's face, or the mania that sparkled in his eyes. All he could see was blackness as he tried not to think about how his throat tickled with how tightly the rope was beginning to tie around him.
He was losing circulation, or maybe just air. His breathing was a touch labored...?
Ah, yes. That was labored breathing. It wasn't the same as when he had his lungs punctured while awake, but he remembered that sensation anywhere.
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Well done, Seto Kaiba. Only two more letters.
Yuugi closed his eyes, so he couldn't see the desperation in the other person's face, or the mania that sparkled in his eyes. All he could see was blackness as he tried not to think about how his throat tickled with how tightly the rope was beginning to tie around him.
He was losing circulation, or maybe just air. His breathing was a touch labored...?
Ah, yes. That was labored breathing. It wasn't the same as when he had his lungs punctured while awake, but he remembered that sensation anywhere.