This was part of the game, he knew that, he knew he wasn't supposed to fight but the instinct was there. Barty pounced on him like a fucking jungle cat and he fought back - of course he did. He soon caught himself when Barty's hands were on his wrists. He forced himself to relax his body.

Scared. Sad. Fear. Fuck. But still, 500. There was a lot a guy like him could do with 500. So he knew how to submit. How to make himself stop.

"You're fucking fast!"