His throat already burns from the intrusion, but desperately trying to suck air into his lungs, it closes up so tightly the pressure and sting makes his eyes water. He thrashes, like a caught animal trying to free itself, and nearly sends himself crashing onto the floor again. Breathe, all he wants is to breathe.

The laughter sounds like shrill bells in his ears. His fight for survival is entertaining the audience. Sick, they're all sick -- and with half a gurgle, half a whine, he surrenders. Sitting perfectly still, despite his body's desperate need for air, hot tears staining his cheeks, he looks up. The man looks sort of blurry and he can't decide if it's because he's crying or because he's about to faint.

The latter almost seems inviting.