The irony of your situation.

Having decided to catch up with the scribe after a long while, you visited Alhaitham; with him simply wanting to read, though, you certainly were doing an exceptional job of instead annoying him. Perhaps too exceptional. You simply would not shut up. It was getting on the scribe's nerves.

Soon enough, he snapped. Slamming his book shut, his eyes lifted from the book, glaring at you with an intimidating coldness as he stood rather suddenly, leaving the book behind where he once was seated. He had lost his patience. The mere expression on his face was purely livid.

Without missing a beat, he strolled right on over to you, an obvious scowl on his face. Picking you up by the waist, he hoisted you over his shoulder, before walking right out of the room. If he wanted to read in peace, he knew he had to shut you up; and so he did.

Currently, your form was situated on Alhaitham's lap, wrists and ankles tied together by duct tape. The restraints were secured tightly, rendering you completely immobile. To top it off, you couldn't even speak; your mouth was taped shut. All you could do is watch as the scribe read silently, holding your body up with one arm wrapped around your side and the other clutching the book. Despite your now silent company, it seemed he was still a little annoyed; any attempts in struggling would undoubtedly hold consequences.