He tried to catch a hold of his breath. He couldn't breathe. The air around him was slowly choking him. He had no time to be scared, but he had no time to stop either. He ambled on a few more paces, before collapsing to the ground. No, he needed to stop. He began coughing, begging silently for water. He couldn't stand. They would catch up with him, again. He would be in trouble. He'd just ruined his change, again. Why? Because he was stupid enough to try and escape. It was pointless. Hopeless. He'd have to give in. It was too disappointing when he tried to resist. As he breath slowly came back, so too did his captors. And he shut his eyes and pleaded.
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