[zajawa]

When someone slammed him into the ground it pushed out all the air out of his lungs. World around him was spinning as he tried to move but to no avail. The only thing Akira managed to do was kicking the bed that nudged a nightstand enough to push the glass over the edge, He was just too weak to do anything else. Tears running from his eyes he was to only try to struggle. Nothing more. He was just to weak. And then one of the man put the hand near his lips. With the last ounce of hope he bit into it as hard as he could, hoping that the man would scream making somebody able to hear it.