"Just a troubled young man, nothing to be scared of." She encouraged herself.

Morwenna lunged forward with the agility of an athlete, grabbing the boy's wrist with a swift maneuver that left his fingers tingling and forced him to drop the knife. With the knife clattering to the floor, Morwenna swiftly pulled a curtain cord and tied the boy's hands together.

The boy was shocked. "What are you doing?"

Morwenna found a first aid kit in the room, dragged over a stool, and sat down in front of the boy to tend to his wounds.

The boy was furious and tried to resist.

"If you keep moving, I'll tie up your legs too," Morwenna said sternly.

"You wouldn't dare!"

Shortly thereafter, his legs were also bound.

"Jerk, don't touch me."

"How am I supposed to treat your wounds if I don't touch you?"

"Stop staring at me!"

over his head, covering

inability to

him up securely and threatened, "Keep quiet, or

boy quieted down, probably realizing he couldn't

treated the cuts on his

desk, pushed the boy into

boy glared at

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He didn't answer.

the desk and saw a

"What are

you," Morwenna said earnestly. "Keep it down. It's

be viewed as a freak. But all

paid. After all, she had

this trial session, she would lose this

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