You struggled against the restraints, grunting and straining as Malcom came closer.

“Let me out of these ropes! I won't have any part in whatever you're trying!” You protested, only to get a chuckle from him.

“I don't think you have a choice in the matter. And besides, this is a much needed time.” As he spoke, he took out a syringe, earning even more panic and struggle from you. “Get that thing away from me!” You demand, jumping and tensing up as the sharp sting of the needle pierced your neck.