Shawn rose an eyebrow and shrugged. "Let the games begin..."<br/><br/>He flipped the whip, wrapping it easily around the boy's throat, tightening it instantly and cutting off the kid's air supply.<br/><br/>"Have a nice nap, brat." It was never nice to be suffocated in to unconsciousness, maybe doing it a few times, waking him up each time, then letting him go again, would snap some sense in to the kid.