*thrashes and kicks awkwardly, trying to connect a boot with some vulnerable part of you, the tiny flame of hope in him snuffing out with the realization that you are so accursedly strong and he truly is no more than a mortal, too slow and too fragile*
*tries desperately to wrench at least one hand free, his eyes widening at the sound of a voice from above (Elise), businesslike and completely unaware of his plight (it's me I'm here please help me)*
*twists and writhes with all his strength in an attempt to disrupt your cool dialogue, but only manages to knock you to the side, off balance, after he's heard the door slam shut again* *drags in a single deep breath during the reprieve, though it scorches throat and lungs to do it*