Tony offered no resistance to the rifle being taken from his paws, almost breaking out in tears as Adrian said he wasn't going to kill him. This guy was a professional, unlike Tony, as the gun's chamber was emptied, the clip was tossed, and the rifle was placed aside. Tony's arms were soon cuffed behind his back, and he continued to shake, though felt relief he wasn't going to be shot.
A sob actually escaped his throat, his previous "tough-guy" veneer having melted like snow under the sun. "Oh god..." he said, jaw shaking. Why had he ever run away from home? What had he gotten himself into? Was this what it was like? Was the dirty side of his father's business like this? Was this what his father had meant when he said he wasn't "mature" enough? He had so far never killed anyone in his life, but cuffed as he was, he realized this was no longer a game.
He tried to stop the tears, but his reality had completely caved in now. He wasn't in some game... what had he been thinking!? Confused thoughts whirled around his head. He started almost babbling nonsense. "Look... if you just let me go... I'll turn around and never look back. I promise I won't tell the others." he said now, his voice cracking. "I just wanna go home..." he said softly, his shoulders slumping. "I just wanna go home..."