His voice was faintly mocking and it didn't matter, it still hit him like a physical blow, how shockingly good it was to hear something. No, he told himself: shut that thought up, put it away, he officially did not give himself permission to think of things like that any more.
"That's not my name," Matt said, and coughed; there was blood in his throat, and he must've bitten his cheeks, because now he could taste the blood from the bites. "Come over here and say that again," he said, because he was naked, and clearly disoriented, and so there was a chance - just the slightest chance - that the man with the phone and the gun would want to gloat.
Matt was pretty sure that if he kicked him in the throat - or punched him in the throat - hard enough to shut him up, he could buy himself a minute or two, long enough to get the gun and - and he'd figure out what to do then.
Re: fill: basically just going to hell 3
His voice was faintly mocking and it didn't matter, it still hit him like a physical blow, how shockingly good it was to hear something. No, he told himself: shut that thought up, put it away, he officially did not give himself permission to think of things like that any more.
"That's not my name," Matt said, and coughed; there was blood in his throat, and he must've bitten his cheeks, because now he could taste the blood from the bites. "Come over here and say that again," he said, because he was naked, and clearly disoriented, and so there was a chance - just the slightest chance - that the man with the phone and the gun would want to gloat.
Matt was pretty sure that if he kicked him in the throat - or punched him in the throat - hard enough to shut him up, he could buy himself a minute or two, long enough to get the gun and - and he'd figure out what to do then.