[The more he touches the more the glass cracks. The one staring at him is all but laughing at the way he fights.
Akito is still crying and reaching, but it looks at if he may have broken away of whatever held him, pulling his way up until he's right on the edge--free--
--until the eye snaps shut, not a mouth of sharp bloody teeth. Blood splatters all over the face, the only thing left dangling out a arm that flops and spasms.]