“I don’t think you completely believe me, Miss Frye,” the man sighed. He almost looked distraught as he reached out and grabbed her jaw in his hand. “I think I need to show you, prove to you that in this room, I am your ruler, your savior; but I can also be your enemy Kaylee. I know you don’t want that, do you?” She shook her head frantically as He rubber gloved hands pried her mouth open. She dug her heels into the ground and attempted to jerk her head away from him but he managed to shove the metal device in her mouth, keeping her jaw wide open. He waved the pliers in front of her face and gave her a sad smile.
-- The Question part III by Mordsith