The rope burns your skin as you try and pull away. You watch him through burning eyes as he smiles at you. "Don't try too hard, you might hurt yourself." Price chuckles.

You've been told how to handle situations like this. Being Makarov's child came with such burdens. Your lips remained shut, your refusal to speak was meant to piss him off....yet he looked back at you confidently as he twirled his knife in his fingers.