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You hold him down, his struggles turning from impotent to exasperated. He holds his arms in your grasp weakly, looking at you with the soft and pitiable look of the defeated. You grip him a little tighter, enough to draw the slightest bit of pain, of which he winces, stopping any struggle in submission, before you hold loose again, him looking at you from beneath, his face flushed from the effort of your “wrestling”, and now the humiliation of being forced to <span class="mu-i">wait</span>.
