She flicks a glance at the guards. One moves up behind him, grabbing him with one arm under each of his, then up and around his shoulders in an immobilizing armlock, the demon's hands clasped behind Andrew's neck. The other two move to his sides, one reaching for each of Andrew's arms.
"Too bad," Meg says, walking toward him. "You're going to wear them. But because I'm feeling nice right now, I'll give you the chance to let me slide them on your hands without fighting. Because if you do fight me, you'll still be wearing them, but I'll break each one of your fingers first."
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She flicks a glance at the guards. One moves up behind him, grabbing him with one arm under each of his, then up and around his shoulders in an immobilizing armlock, the demon's hands clasped behind Andrew's neck. The other two move to his sides, one reaching for each of Andrew's arms.
"Too bad," Meg says, walking toward him. "You're going to wear them. But because I'm feeling nice right now, I'll give you the chance to let me slide them on your hands without fighting. Because if you do fight me, you'll still be wearing them, but I'll break each one of your fingers first."