[i]She looked directly into Lucien's eyes, until Wilson grabbed her by the throat, undoing the restraints on the chair with his other hand. Lifting her by the throat, he looked her dead in the eyes. She tried to grasp his gauntlets and free herself, but it was to no avail.[/i] Listen to me, and listen good, blondie. He's gonna be the last of your concerns if you f*ck around on us. I personally promise you that I'll send you to hell myself, and it won't be quick. I don't give a damn about your repentance, I just wanna watch you burn.... [i]He threw her like a rag doll into a shelf loaded with ammunition, her body hitting it and flopping to the ground as a few crates fell out on top of her. Wilson approached her again.[/i] Get up, kid. [i]He grabbed her by the ankle, and pulled her forwards across the floor, throwing her again, this time towards the stairs.[/i] Let's go, sh*t-for-brains. [i]Struggling, she tried to pull herself up the stairs, but Wilson was too quick, grabbing her by the collar of her tank top, dragging her up the steps and out the door at the top.[/i]