As Ben looks into Austin's eyes, a smile creeps across his face. "You don't have the guts, pussy cat," he says quietly before his hands dart up, grasping Austin's wrists. He rolls forward, causing Austin to roll backward before bringing them both to a standing position. Ben presses Austin against a wall, holding Austins wrists tightly with one hand and his neck with the other. Ben brings his face within inches of Austin's and says, "You have two choices. Give up now, or end up paralyzed for anywhere from thirty minutes to an hour. Which will it be?"