He struggled endlessly beneath him.

Squid pulls the rope taut around butch’s neck. The thin layer of thread cut into his palms, but no matter how painful it felt he couldn’t let his grip lossen.

butch’s choking breaths filled the silence of the arena, forcing Squid into reality that he was no longer perched on top of a tree playing mindlessly with the bright orange yo-yo. Instead he has his yo-...