“Make it fast. I did what you asked so you owe me to at least make it fast!” Tony wasn’t afraid of a lot of things but torture? He remembered what it tasted like, how thick the air was, how much blood filled his mouth from self inflicted wounds with his is. teeth on delicate flesh.

Tony wasn’t sure what would happen now. He’d been prepared to die right up until that moment, but he didn’t want to. No one really wanted to. Fighting back wasn’t exactly an option but his body, free from bondage save for his collar, twisted to grab hold of something.

He needed agency in his fate.