"Just a troubled young man, nothing to be scared of." She encouraged herself.
Morwenna lunged forward with the agility of an athlete, grabbing the boy's wrist with a swift maneuver that left his fingers tingling and forced him to drop the knife.
With the knife clattering to the floor, Morwenna swiftly pulled a curtain cord and tied the boy's hands together.
The boy was shocked. "What are you doing?"
Morwenna found a first aid kit in the room, dragged over a stool, and sat down in front of the boy to tend to his wounds.
The boy was furious and tried to resist.
"If you keep moving, I’ll tie up your legs too," Morwenna said sternly.
"You wouldn't dare!"
Shortly thereafter, his legs were also bound.
"Jerk, don’t touch me."
"How am I supposed to treat your wounds if I don’t touch you?"
"Stop staring at me!"
Morwenna glanced around, grabbed a large towel, and threw it over his head, covering his eyes. "There, now you can't see me staring."
The boy was silent, his inability to see only made him struggle more.
Annoyed, Morwenna tied him up securely and threatened, "Keep quiet, or I’ll gag you too!"
The boy quieted down, probably realizing he couldn't physically outmatch the woman before him.
Morwenna treated the cuts on his fingers.
Then she placed a textbook on the desk, pushed the boy into a chair, and removed the towel from his head.
The boy glared at Morwenna.
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