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[last_adam]

*Adam, in the corner, with a cup of coffee.

Wait, no. Strike that. Reverse it.

Adam, out by the lake, skipping stones.*

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[last_adam]

*Everything comes clicking and crashing down in Adam's brain, and he closes his eyes shaking his head. With Raven pushing him down, talking is hard, but he manages it.*

Didn't. she. just. ask?

[creator_raven]

Raven raises an eyebrow.

"Do you not think this is more entertaining?"

He tilts his head.

"I could have put you in a cake, I suppose. But those are very messy. Still, it has sugar."

He looks at Adam, eyes sharp, but laughing.

"You would prefer that, to this?"

One rope has wound itself around Adam's ankle, essentially tying him to the bed.

Somehow.

Better not to ask.

[last_adam]

More entertaining for who?

*But all the fight's gone out of him for now, and he slumps back on the bed.*

No. No. Just.

*Leave me to my misery. Don't take any pictures.*

[creator_raven]

Raven beams.

"Me, at the moment. Later, I suspect, it will be you and Alanna both. You are pretty, like this."

He laughs, then, and ruffles Adam's hair.

"Be patient. She will be here eventually, and then you will be free to move."

He blinks.

"Possibly. In any case, I will leave you with sustenance. I am not always so unkind, I think."

Raven props several cookies within easy reach of Adam's mouth. Well, relatively easy reach.

Then he kisses the bound and glaring Antichrist on the forehead, and leaves.

The door closes behind him, with an ominous click.

Someone is not going to be allowed to escape.