“I-I can’t,” she rasped. “I’m not allowed to-” “You will talk, baby bird,” Quentin cut her off. “You will give me all your secrets.” “No,” she growled, yanking against her restraints as Quentin got down off his step and hummed under his breath as he moved to a trolley full of tools closer to the bed. He reached down for something, picking up a small metal pot and I frowned. What the fuck is that? Janice looked to me in desperation. “You can’t do this to me. Please, help me.”
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