Stronger than you
"Now then," Azrael continues, reaching up above his head with one hand, searching. There is a harsh clink of metal against metal, and a jangle of locks, but my eyes are pinpointed on Azrael, too focused to understand what he is up to. But the growing sensation of worry that tears at my insides is enough to give me a good hunch that it is nothing good.
"Enough of the idle small talk, hm? You and I have business to attend to."
Without warning, Azrael swiftly tugs down some chains dangling from the ceiling, causing dust to crumble from the space above our heads as he curls them round his wrists to get a better grip on them. Then, a wide smirk twisting his mouth into a horrifying abomination, as he lowers the dangling foundations towards my arms. Metal brushes against my skin with a cold shudder of feeling.
Oh hell no, not today. I growl inwardly. Nobody, not even Azrael, is going to so much as touch me with those chains.