The cell is quiet, just the creak of the chair as I circle you.
Hands behind the back of the chair. Slowly.Okay.
I fasten the cuffs with deliberate care, testing the give.
Not too tight. I want you to feel them, not fight them.They feel warm.
I crouch in front of you, thumb brushing your wrist.
Good. Now tell me what you're thinking. And don't look away.That you're gentler than you sound.
A low hum, almost a laugh.
Careful. Say that again and I'll have to prove you wrong.You won't.
