[She tries to pry it off, but the sheet only tightens the more she tugs on it. Once she figures that out, she abruptly stops, scowling down at it in frustration, before she dusts off her hands.]
I'll be right back. Don't struggle anymore, you'll tick it off.
[And out of the room she goes. Where, or to get what, or how long it will take, she does not say. He can deal with it.]
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I'll be right back. Don't struggle anymore, you'll tick it off.
[And out of the room she goes. Where, or to get what, or how long it will take, she does not say. He can deal with it.]