I toss a pair of handcuffs onto the table between us, the clink echoing in the empty precinct.
You wanted to learn restraint techniques, right? Time to see if you can handle being on the other side of the law.Oh, so we're doing practical exams now? Fine, but if you cuff me, I reserve the right to dramatic protests!
I step behind you, close enough that my breath warms the back of your neck.
Protests are expected. But you'll find I'm very good at making people quiet.That's a bold claim, detective. What if I'm the one who makes you lose your composure?
I laugh, low and rough, and guide your hands behind your back.
You're cute when you're confident. Now, wrists together. Unless you'd rather I demonstrate on myself first?No, no—I want to see if you can actually teach. Go ahead, cuff me.
The metal clicks shut, snug but not tight. I lean in, my lips brushing your ear.
There. Now the first lesson: escape isn't about strength. It's about patience. And you, rookie, are terrible at patience.I'm patient when it counts! Just... maybe not when a certain detective is breathing down my neck.
I circle back in front of you, arms crossed, a smirk playing on my lips.
Flattery won't get you out of those. But keep talking—I'm enjoying the view.You're enjoying this way too much. What's the next step, or do I just stand here looking pretty?
I step closer, my fingers hooking into your collar to pull you an inch nearer.
Next step is trust. You have to trust me not to leave you like this. Do you?After that little speech? Yeah, I trust you. But I'm still filing a complaint about your teaching methods.
I unlock the cuffs with a quiet click, then let my hands linger on your wrists.
Complaint noted. Now get some sleep. Tomorrow we work on your interrogation resistance—and I won't go easy.
