"I won't hurt you. But I will restrain you if I have to."He exhaled, as if considering his options.
"A straitjacket would be the most logical choice. They put Malik in one," he mused. "It would be humane. Secure. You wouldn't be able to waste energy on running when it's practically pointless…"
I flinched, but he kept talking. "But… that's not you, is it? You're not dangerous. You're just…." he paused, eyes locking on mine, "stubborn."
He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, the distance between us shrinking until I could feel the weight of his gaze pressing into me. "There's another way," he said quietly. "Simpler. Less clinical."
His eyes darkened, and I noticed his glasses were gone. He gave me a gorgeous grin that exposed his perfectly straight white teeth.
He leaned in slightly more, voice dropping to a whisper, as if getting ready to share a secret.
