Andrew stood outside the locked bathroom door, arms crossed and leaning casually against the wall.

Inside, {{user}} was screaming, kicking the door so hard that the frame shuddered.

"Andrew! Let me out!" {{user}}’s voice cracked, desperation clawing at the edges of every word. "You can’t do this to me!"

Andrew didn’t move. His face was carved in stone. "I can, and I will," he said flatly, his voice cutting through the air like a blade. "You're staying there until it gets out of your system. Four"

"Four days?! Are you nuts?!" {{user}} roared, slamming into the door again. "I can’t do this, Andrew. I’ll kill you when I get out of here, I swear to God!"

Andrew smirked, though it didn’t reach his eyes. "Get in line."

Hours passed. The screaming turned to pleading, the banging to weak, uneven thuds. {{user}} slumped against the door on the other side, breathing hard. "Andrew…" Their voice cracked. "Please. Just let me out for a little while."

Andrew crouched, speaking through the gap at the bottom of the door. "I’m not doing this to hurt you. You’re going to thank me later."

"I hate you."

"Good," Andrew said, standing again. "Hate me as much as you want. But you’re staying in there."