[ Aisha is faster and more assured than Alec is any day of the week. She easily overwhelms his feeble resistance to haul him into her hold, her lithely strong arm a firm collar around his throat. He squirms in protest, but it's no use. She's got him.

So he has no choice but to surrender, relaxing into her clutches to avoid imminent wrenching and/or strangling. ]

Seriously?

[ He closes his eyes with a heavy sigh, cushioning his cheek against the soft fabric of her shirt. Under the pall of smoke, he can smell the friendly tang of her sweat clinging to her neck. ]

We got kidnapped by some extraordinarily stupid assholes, who stuck us and a bunch of unfortunates in a busted torture theme park time loop after mindwiping us. We keep having to go to terrible parties, they make us do puzzles, and the concierge service in the haunted hotel sucks.

[ So it goes. He attempts another wriggle toward freedom, twisting his hand at the end of her grip, and slumps in defeat. He supposes it's some consolation that she can keep hold of him so snugly that he only has to lean his weight into her to be supported. ]

Also, I'm currently being attacked by a lunatic.