Trevor's laser-knife pressed against his chest. If he turned it on, it'd cut him as much as it did Egoneg. 

     Still, he had no choice.  

     He was suffocating.   

     In another few moments, he'd be unconscious and unable to make any decisions whatsoever...

     so he flicked it on, and he did his best to twist it into Egoneg's flesh, even though it was difficult because Egoneg had him wrapped him up so tight. ​

     And, yes, he felt it burn into his own skin, burn into his muscles, burn into his ribs. 

     He'd gotten Egoneg's attention, though.    

     He thought Egoneg had a grip on him before.

     Trevor no longer thought he was going to suffocate to death. 

     Now, he believed he was going to be crushed to death.

     And that's when the bullets began to pierce his flesh.   

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