Avery pulls the handcuffs. She envisions, pulling them hard enough to cut through Andrew's wrist and sever his hand. She smiles grimly as she imagines the gory image. Andrew leans into the motion, pressing the side of his body tightly against hers. Now we really look like young lovers, she thinks with a frown.
"Since this is a competition, there should be rewards and punishments," Andrew says.
Evan smiles mockingly as if he's been expecting some sort of trick all along.
Andrew smiles, possessively at Avery, "If I win, you have to kiss me."
Avery wants to stand up and walk right out of the room, but Andrew jerks his arm and forces her to stay seated.
"Do you think Evan will lose?" Andrew asks her in a stage whisper.
