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Three looked at Two, slightly dumbfounded. [color=lightcoral]"Uh... wasn't the whole point that they don't?"[/color], he said. He was going to continue, but Eleven had caught onto his suggestion. He'd told everybody to get onto the floor. Three wasn't the right build to intimidate people. Unless they were tied up, of course. Some words about Two not watching were said, and Three thought this obscenely unfair. He turned to her, and lowered his voice for these words: [color=lightcoral]"Hey Two. You can go if you want, but seeing somebody in pain is important. It'll prepare you for the worse things to come, and we can't sensor all of that shit."[/color].

As the others put their belongings on the floor, Three looked at them. Oh, how juicy this would be. He could practically feel their skin peeling already. He waits for them to be fully searched and separated from their belongings. [color=lightcoral]"Hey, all of you lot. If you resist, nobody will hesitate to kill you. Right? Go over to that pipe, and don't move. I'm going to tie you up."[/color]. He says this, and something about his air suggests that he was not to be fucked with. He ties them up, not considering circulation. 

[color=lightcoral]"Eleven. Grab one, and follow me."[/color]. He walks into the hall, and turns back to make sure Eleven is following.