Take control

I adjust my position on his belly, ready to take control, when the guy lifts his upper body up. Apparently, my determination is strong but the guy's willpower isn't a joke either. He takes a grip on my backneck and pulls my face forward. I'm dragged by a superior strenght and there is a little that I can do but watching impotently my mouth and nose sinking onto his pecs. A new pain arises on my face, which is being compressed between his chest and the male hand on my back. It's like being compressed between two brick walls and I'm struggling to breath. Desperately, I shove away the pecs made of stones that are coming closer and closer and incredibly earn some room. "Your muscles are useless boy...", I say, fighting back with every inch of strenght that I have. I don't know if because of my words or for any other reasons, but the guy suddenly changes tactics. Jonathan let me slide on a side toward his shoulder a bit, and then quickly wedges my head under his armpit. I realize that the bastard is trying to use his huge arm to chocke me out! I get wild, rubbing my shoulder against his arm and looking for a leverage to get free. The scent of the sweaty male is all round me. I know that the space between the guy's biceps and his sternum is narrowing down.

My flesh is soft and weak compared with the machines of death that are grinding me up. I'm lucky, however, beacause Jonathan is tired and sore for the liver sot and is getting distracted. If he had put my arm in the right position he could have closed that hold immediately but instead he chosed to finish me quickly leveraging once again on his brute strenght. In so doing, he let me free to attack other parts of his body, like his neck or eyes with my right hand, and his left side with my left one. I take the opportunity to poke my fingers onto his left ribs and strike at the same time my other arm blindly forward, pounding his face with slaps and fists. The targetless strikes are too soft to make a serious damage but apparently become threatening enough to weaken the neck hold. I scramble my head back, resuming my prior position on his upper section. I see that Jonathan has another bruise near the right eye. From my side, I feel pain all over the neck and my face is burning hot. I have time for one move only.