Meto growls and struggled around. For some reason the shackles were tighter than before. He glares at her and then his eyes widen. He squirms and thrashes around. He didn't understand what she meant by her comment on him only being a challenge when he was awake. He registered only that she would somehow knock him out. He cried out as he felt her hand on his throat. Gasping and straining for air as she closed off his air way. Gasping, coughing, and struggling to regain breathing. His cheeks are flush. He thrashes around again. He hated this chick. A look of hatred and firey defience showed in his beautiful dark hued eyes. Cringing as she licked at his skin. Growling and letting her know he didn't appreciate her hands trailing over him and her licking his skin.