[ Ava fixes him with a long, silent stare, letting him pull and tug at the restraints. This is definitely not on the top ten things she assumed would ever happen in her life, but, here we are. She pulls a long dagger out of her jacket pocket and slams it into the window sill, letting him get a good look at it.

She is a creature of the occult. Of magic, of the unknown. But she is also tired of people hurting her - and she needs to do something about him. ]

I will. Once you tell me what the fuck you did to me.

[ Ava comes closer, crouching down again, gaze unflinching. ]

If I take your gag out, you're going to talk. No magic - not from either of us. And if you dare to hurt me again, I'm going to really make you forget it. Understand?