[ Sam feels the cold metal blade pressed to his neck and freezes up instinctively; that it's the women before or that he's being used as a hostage doesn't click right away because all he can think is don't move. His first instinct is to gulp and swallow but the orange-haired teen forces even that down as he stares straight ahead. The urge to look back at his captor is string too.
He feels helpless, but he also feels scared and that's almost worse as he looks beseechingly at someone--anyone, Origami--to do something as his arms hang tense at his sides. ]
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He feels helpless, but he also feels scared and that's almost worse as he looks beseechingly at someone--anyone, Origami--to do something as his arms hang tense at his sides. ]