Kane
Cage.. He drew in a slow breath, knuckles turnin' white against the bars as he gripped them, sheer panic crashin' through the walls he had so desperately put up in his mind to keep it all at bay. The bars around him, the hated cage, seemed to contort around him as he struggled to stay calm in a losin' battle with his fear. It felt too tight, his breaths turnin' shallow as his heart raced in his chest and his stare became unfocused, his legs barely holdin' him up.
[Such fun things, panic attacks.. Heh, I'm so cruel to him.]










