Not by far even close to doing justice to Rob Thiers original, this my fellow ifrits is to placate you while you impatiently wait for Wednesdays.
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'Shutup & drink this.' He commanded, extending a cup of vile liquid towards my face.
I eyed it distastefully, it looked pukeworthy.
His eyes narrowed infinitesimally at the face I was making.
'You will drink this miss Linton & I will brook no arguments.'
I looked up at his face to see determination set in stone.
'No.' I shook my head
'Would you rather I force it down your throat?' He asked calmly.
I glared at him. 'You wouldn't dare!'