Damion coughed as he dug his nails into the arm that was choking him.

He struggled but he felt himself get weak every second that he tried to get loose. Every second as well, the hand around his throat got tighter.

The king laughed darkly as he lifted Damion by his throat and slammed him against the cold stone floor again.

Damion felt what little air he had left was knocked out by the strong action.

He slowly let go of the arm as the strength he had left was no more. His vision faded to black. 

However, he felt the older male grab him by the hair and jerked him into a sitting position. He felt a cold liquid being poured down his throat. Damion could do nothing but swallow it before he passed out