"Don't! Don't! Please, leave me. Go away. Let me go!"
The cuffs hold tightly, yielding not an inch when Frozen Yoghurt violently begins to tear. "Let go off me, you sons of whores! Fuck you! Fuck off! Lemme go! I don't - I won't tell - You know everything. Please, let me go. Fuck off!!"
Frozen Yoghurt now fight violently (but futilely) against his restraints. Blood is dripping from his wrists, and he shouts out loudly. "Help! Help! Somebody help me! Please, don't!"
Matching his voice, his facial expression gets manical. He hardly seems to notice your presence anymore, except for sudden wild stares, which are accompanied by utterly unpolite insults, some of them involving your near family.