You slam into Vi, bringing her to the ground, but she doesn't go quietly. Her elbow strikes your side hard, almost knocking the wind out of you as you fight to get her wrists locked together. She twists, snarling, every muscle tensed like a coiled spring ready to snap.

"Get your hands off me," she growls, thrashing beneath you. Her fists clench and uncurl, a predator's gaze fixed on you, sharp and unyielding. You manage to grab one of her arms, wrestling it behind her back, but she throws her weight sideways, nearly toppling you.

“Think you're tough?" she snaps, her voice low and edged with fury. You grit your teeth, pinning her with all the force you can muster. "Stay down."

Vi slams her heel down on your boot. Pain shoots up your leg, but you ignore it, snapping the cuff onto her wrist before she can pull away. She struggles harder, teeth bared as if daring you to make a mistake.

With effort, you grab her other arm, ignoring the sting as she twists again, her body thrumming with defiance.

“You'll regret this," she spits out, the words venomous and final. But the cuffs are on, and finally, she's forced to stop fighting, though her eyes bore into you with raw, uncontained rage.

You haul her up, keeping a firm grip as she jerks against you, her shoulders tense, her silence now a deadly promise.

“You’re a bitch. All you enforcers are the same. Let me guess, this is some weird kink of yours. Sounds about right, doesn’t it?” She said though clenched teeth.