"How do you feel?"
He wanted to look up at her at the words but he stayed his rage. He felt like spitting into her boobs. Probably that would irritate her and force her to stop the alakazam she was trying with him. It seemed to him as though he couldn't keep up with it anymore.
Her grasp on his neck which held his face tighter to the boobs was fierce. He felt like reaching his left hand to the back of his head, get a hold of her hand and squeeze it.
The feeling he was getting was making him confused. The breath he was pulling together kept severing his sanity. He wished he could do something about it. He was more like a specimen. What he had always been.
She eased her hold on his neck and brought his face up. He was tempted to look at her face but he controlled himself. He was sure that her gaze would be belittling and engaging.