His bravery was quickly wearing thin. With a hardening of her glare, her hand flew upright, knocking him backwards off his feet and onto the bed he had only just lifted himself from. Without even a touch, he would feel a pressure closing upon his throat, tighter and tighter, cutting off his air, as well as his ability to speak.

"If I can't silence them, then I will silence you," she drawled in threat, moving closer, step by small step, watching him struggle. "You said you were here to help me, bug" The phrase is now more demeaning than ever.

"So, help me or suffer. Your choice."