"Now, save us the trouble and get this over with." Eraserhead sighed out tiredly, annoyed with having to be the one taking care of another petty criminal. He had you firmly against the floor, being wrapped with his binding cloth while pressing against you to make sure you wouldn't get up easily.

"Just surrender already. There's no use in struggling." He said sternly. The pressure he was applying on your head and back to keep you against the ground felt uncomfortable.