Constraints

He cringed away from their company, desperate to be on his own. Anything to get out of that room, anything. The girl would be looking for him. He had to find her before they did. But their grasps were tight, constraining him, telling him not to move. The anger was growing inside him. If he could just loosen one of them, he could set off the rest. He wriggled and turned this way and that, desperate struggles unraveling his all his logical thoughts. Just panic and pain remained. He had to get out. He didn't belong.

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